Three little kids just ran across the big ditch, ducked under the pine tree branches and scampered across my yard to get to the vat o' candy. And then back to their dad's waiting van. He could've just stopped at my driveway... they deserved candy, after that.
'The Cautionary Tale of Numero Cinco'
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I'm crossing my fingers that my neighbor doesn't take her screamy toddler trick-or-treating this year. The kid already has double-digit meltdowns every day, I don't want to hear the effect a crapton of sugar will have on that routine.
We sometimes get a couple of kids here, so I bought some candy. Then a friend asked if she could take me to dinner, and I figured, well, it's good that I bought candy I like since I won't be here to give it out. But now it's after 6, and I'm not sure when or where to meet said friend, so I'm not sure what's happening. No kids yet, though.
We had our three little kids from the street, but I wonder if that's going to be it.
Every year we have kids who come early (trick-or-treat starts at 6 p.m., which everyone generally obeys...except this band of kids). Usually the early kids come at 5:45 or so. This year? All 10 of them showed up at 5:20. Sheesh! I had gotten the candy out at 5:00 because I knew we'd have early trick-or-treaters and I wanted to be ready.
It is cold as BALLS here. Well, snowman balls. Poor parents who are taking their kids out.
My current can't-stop-it grilled cheese is low-gly bread, havarti, and bacon and/or tomato. For some reason I can't quite tolerate mayo right now.
I just came across a list of 10 grilled cheese recipes and the Gruyere stuffed French toast looks nummy and the Welsh Rarebit variation with spinach brings back memories...
I wonder if people are literally only going to friends' houses, because I heard some kids screaming outside and we have decor!
Twelve so far. Tiny Batman is my fave so far -- he stopped on the way back to his folks to cheerfully reply "Happy Halloween!" to mine. Polite Batkid.
I don't think we've gotten any Elsas yet, but we got a mummy whose wrappings were strategically loose so you could see his sweatshirt underneath, which had a ribcage printed on it. Clever. We also got a teeny tiny Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle, who seemed unclear on the concept of trick-or-treat but had a deathgrip on his candy bucket nonetheless.