170? I no longer recall.

In any case, Happy Thanksgiving, friendos.
First order of business:
http://jezebel.com/5698459/adorable-pandas-are-the-antidote-to-holiday-blues
Second order of business:
I am thankful for butterflies. And friends. And family, most of the time.  Fruit snacks, and books. Feeling awkward, because then I am definitely feeling something.
But mostly, I am thankful for my memory.  So I may keep these things close to my heart.
Third order of business on account of this still (in theory) being a blog with something to do with picturas:
This is the FANTASTIC Wardrobe Woman A2. 

169. In honor of being in Iowa yet again.[THIS IS PG-13, FRIENDOS]

Here is our delightful friend, Monster, as he boy-bands it up whilst hair-dying.

In not totally unrelated news, I look like a sunbear at the mo (there is a picture of one) but soon I will be a blonde. And I will try to have significantly less fun as a blonde than I do/did as a brunette.

onesixtyeight.

This is my wife, Hubby. I loves her quite a lot and she keeps me sane when all around us is madness.

[Costuming by Robert Croghan.]

167.

In which I reenter the real world and leave the world of greyscale.  Here is the cast of Pains of Youth.  Ballers. I might miss them.  Well, I would if I didn't still see most of them all the time. And wasn't scarred by my time with some of them.

[Costuming by Robert Croghan.]

Let it be known:

It is my father's birthday today. He is positively ancient. Just kidding. He isn't.
Love you, Canaveral.

166.

In which I hate when time changes, because I never remember to change my clocks. Case in point. You just have to take my word for it that it is in fact the wrong time. Also my clock is bomb.

165.

So here's the deal, friendos. We're losing a chunk of the 365 project from me (although let it be known that I probably do have around the correct number of pictures, see the Someday I will sidebar). But we're pretending that it didn't happen and are picking up like nothing happened.
Huzzah, huzzah. And there was great rejoicing.
Sidebar: I now live in the costume shop.

164. PAN. YOU ARE EIGHT AND IT IS GREAT.