The Halloween festivities went on and on. Just the way I like a holiday.
I am completely sold on having children because it means there is dressing up. And it doesn’t have to be me. Win-win. Indulge me while I share ten trillion pictures of my baby as an owl:
We had a big church party on Saturday evening, complete with a chili cookoff, carnival games, and Trunk or Treating. Which, hilariously, I was in charge of. Let me tell you, there were no centerpieces and no decorations. But there was plenty of food and excellent company. So I count it a success.
And I made nearly 200 mini cupcakes for the cake walk. I used it as an excuse to buy myself one of these things, which has improved my quality of life 1000%.
The problem with being in charge, is that people come and ask you questions and you have to make up an answer really fast and pretend you have put great thought into it. I haven’t yet mastered doing that without making a concerned face:
We went to Ralphie’s for Halloween dinner on Sunday, where I ate way too much stew and I made these pumpkin scones. I’d made them before and they were divine. This time, they didn’t cook all the way through, so they were kind of more like pumpkin muffins, rather than scones, which I’m totally over (that is such a ridiculous lie – I am still mega-disappointed. I hate it when things don’t turn out. The banana bread that was a horrendous flop five years ago? I’m still peeved about). Both times I made them without the glaze and without the butterscotch chips.
Also, I wore orange shoes:
I mean, when else can you wear orange shoes?