Oh shit. I've been reduced to hiding from trick or treaters. See, in all the years I've been here, I've only had one year with them, and that was when there was a family next door and I'd let them know, so they sent all their friends over too. That was fine. But since then, nada. So I don't buy candy.
And now I'm not answering the door. Sigh.
We have lots of candy this year, one type I find vaguely addictive yet cloyingly sweet (Smarties) and another I don't like at all (Sweet Tarts). This should lead to no trick-or-treaters. If we had a single bag of mini-Snickers the house would be mobbed.
th dress I am wearing to a concert tonight is verra tight. This is becoming a pattern with me and my vintage dresses. I think the gym is calling. and a note to my ribcage - EAT IT!
ION, fake eyelashes=fun.
Having had no trick or treaters for 5 years, and only one in the last 8, I have no candy. I'm sure the doorbell will be ringing any second.
Your ribcage fomenting rebellion?
Last time I bought candy and didn't use it, it melted into individually packaged blobs the next summer when the a/c broke. Which I found the following winter.
You'd do a much brisker business if you gave out milkbones in my neighborhood than candy.
We have lots of candy this year, one type I find vaguely addictive yet cloyingly sweet (Smarties) and another I don't like at all (Sweet Tarts). This should lead to no trick-or-treaters. If we had a single bag of mini-Snickers the house would be mobbed.
Oh puleeze. Sweet-Tarts and Smarties are raw sugar with coloring. They'll go quickly.
I bought a load of candy, because my new apartment complex has such a community feeling to it, I thought there'd be mobs of trick-or-treaters. So far, two sets of kids. I think I'll be taking a lot of chocolate to work tomorrow just to get it out of my house.
I just had my first two trick-or-treaters. I'm gonna say ten year old boys. Dressed as monsters. I forgot to make them say trick-or-treat. Am giving out huge handfuls of candy, because I think I bought way, way too much.
Watching a ridiculously lame movie on the sci-fi channel. Long-haired wig wearing, think it's supposed to be a man dressed as a woman serial killer of virgins. I think it stars Brittany Murphy (hard to tell because of black wig/dye job).
I figure if I don't just sit here like a cow and eat all the candy, I'll bring it to class tomorrow.