Sniff, sniff. So sad that YOU Week is coming to an end. It’s been a hoot! Let’s do it again sometime!
Next week is Family Week where I’ll interview some colorful characters who share my bloodline. If you like to laugh, you’re gonna wanna tune in.
And now. Dudes. Let’s clear something up from yesterday.
1. I do not hate October. It’s my favorite month of the year. What I said was that the October calendar page is generally orange and scary.
2. And yes, I realize that you can buy calendars with nary a goblin or werewolf on the 10th page. AND that you can make your own photo calendars. The calendar above my desk is a photo calendar. From 2007. And I already bought one for 2010 for 99 cents–Around the World. October’s picture is a lovely aerial view of Christ the Redeemer (Rio de Janeiro, Brazil). And no, Jesus isn’t wearing a Halloween costume.
3. I just thought Mary’s post was fun, and I wanted to hear you say, “No, MY calendar page is worse than YOURS!” Instead, most of you told me why your actual MONTH was better or worse. Sigh.
4. Speaking of Hugely Pregnant Mary, I’d imagine she’s Soft and Squishy Mary by this time, because she called me while we were eating supper last night to say that she was in the hospital dilated 5 cm and waiting for the blessed epidural. Apparently she forgot to call me back the minute baby Jake entered the world.
I love that I met Mary right here on this blog, then stayed with her and Seth in Houston on our Zoo Trip, then she calls me from her labor and delivery room. I love how God works.
And now? Your question of the day.
Gabe, the girls and I are going to a Costume Party in a few weeks hosted by one of the sweetest, cutest girls alive. Naturally, I’d love for all of us to go as some sort of unified group–the Jackson Five, a herd of giraffes, the INGALLS FAMILY.
I already suggested Charles, Caroline, Mary, Laura and Carrie and got SHOT DOWN. By all four of them. Last year (sans Gabe), we did the Ingalls thing, and it warmed my Mama heart. But, after the girls’ friends said, “Who are you guys supposed to be? Cleaning ladies?” they said NO MORE. And in all fairness, they got their dresses three years ago so they don’t exactly fit.
Gabe is already not happy that I want him to dress up. Totally not his thang. And the girls don’t want me to have any input whatsoever into their costume choice. And I told them they’re going to have to come up with something we already own, because Halloween costumes aren’t (and never have been–we always raid the dress-up box or dress as soccer players) in the budget.
I would love, love, love it if one of you came up with something brilliant we could do for the costume party. Something that a grumpy husband and three opinionated children would eagerly embrace.
So, tell me:
What should the Tavianos wear to the Costume Party?
And if it’s going to be complicated, please provide step-by-step instructions.
If you can’t come up with something we can do together, I’ll accept individual costume ideas. Or just tell me the cutest/coolest/most creative costume you or someone you know ever wore.
And if you think Halloween is of the devil and we shouldn’t be celebrating it, never fear. I’m pretty sure a lot of people profess their love for Satan at the end of October, but we’re just going to be hanging out with a bunch of fun Christians at our darling friend’s house. I doubt Satan will even come up in conversation. We might even talk about God. He’s one of our favorite topics.
Have an awesome weekend, friends! Thanks for a delightful YOU Week!