Typical

We've been working non-stop on Halloween stuff this weekend (with a short break yesterday to watch the Blue Angels fly over our house during part of the Air Show that took place here in San Diego over the weekend). We got lots of stuff done, but still have tons to go. We painted, modge-podged, made signs, dressed skeletons, worked on front yard decorations, and finalized up some ideas we've been working on- to name a few things.

Hubby and his neighbor buddy, The Tall Guy, knocked off several of the things on their "build" list, and were in and out of the garage all weekend. When Hubby and The Tall Guy get together, their 40-something minds tend to regress to 12 year old boy humor. (Especially after a couple of beers - that they are only allowed to have AFTER all work with power tools is complete for the day.)

So, keeping in mind the 12 year old boy humor....I was not surprised when, after they'd been working in the garage most of the day, I walked out to find this.
They skeletons were in a rather compromising position.

Typical.