Fun With Nuns: Halloween 2012...

Long ago, I knew the day would come.

What could they be?

What hadn't been done?

Sisters they are, and 'sisters' they'll be.

Who doesn't love a nun in the family?

Here they are, the best nuns you'll ever see.

Innocent, sweet, and oh so saintly!

Sister Lucy and Sister Lyla

This nun's quote:

"Pray to Jesus. God bless you!"

Nuns trunk-or-treat...

...and eat too many sweets.

Nuns sport shades.

Nuns eat cake.

Nuns pose and cheese.

Nuns say, "I wanna win please."

(And they win costume contests at church!)

Nuns win gymnastics medals.

This little nun needs her sleep!

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