For a week or so, I’d been semi-contemplating what to wear to work on Halloween. Office appropriate costumes, the announcement said. There would be trick-or-treating in the break room as well. Always being in touch with my inner child, I signed right up.
First I thought I might dress as the company VP. I could have pulled it off by wearing one of Mark’s dress shirts and my own pair of khaki dress pants. The VP has a strut that I can imitate pretty well. This would have been the icing on the cake of this costume. But I decided it would only have been funny to a select group of people. Then I thought about this leopard get-up that Kacey wore last year, but I tried it on last night and after checking myself out in the mirror, couldn’t imagine wearing it around the office all day. So around eight o’clock last night, I started rummaging around Kacey’s closet. I sent her a text message and asked if she still had any softball jerseys hanging around. She said she did, directed me to where to find them and asked if I was planning to dress up as her. I said I was. It turned out to be office appropriate and comfortable. And I was glad I made the effort. When I got to work, I was greeted by a rocker and a Catholic high school girl-jock, otherwise known as my office team mates.
The house was full of other October activity this past week. While Kacey was home, she wanted to make Old-Fashioned Soft Pumpkin cookies.
We made a double batch; half for her to take back to school and half for the rest of us to enjoy at home. These are one of our favorites! SO good!
Jake was hungry for something pumpkin-y too. He had asked a couple of weeks ago if I could make Pumpkin Spice bread. I didn’t have a recipe, having never made this kind of bread. But the first one I looked up sounded good. So after the cookies, we baked the Pumpkin Spice bread. And it was delicious! Jake proclaimed it to be amazing and phenomenal. Coming from a kid who doesn’t elaborate much on anything, I considered it high praise.
And it wouldn’t be Halloween without a jack-o-lantern, now would it? Last Friday while I was making hot dagos for dinner, Kacey eyed up the pumpkin I’d bought at the grocery store and had plunked on the front step. She announced that she was going to carve it. I said she should have at it. If it were left up to me, we’d just have a punkin. But thanks to Kacey, we now have a cyclops jack-o-lantern to greet the trick-or-treaters.