I'm upstairs in my Emily Dickinson costume* with a basket to lower down should anyone brave the bowl of candy at the steps. But no. Alas.
(*aka lady writer who walked too much this weekend & through airports, now with back spasms and dislocating parts)
This stinks. DH should send me cute photos of my kid. Someone tell him to do that. Grump.
::goes back to the manuscript::
She got into it once she knew about it.
If anyone is wondering, I have gotten hardly any actual work done today. And I'm gonna stop even trying to work pretty soon so I can pack up my decorations before I go home.
"Gotta see a lion about some courage"
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Aww, hippocampus, may you soon be showered with candy and pics of cuteness.
We had somewhere around a billion kids. At this hour we are now getting the kids from miles away with parents crawling in cars collecting large barrels or trunks full of candy. At 8 PM I am turning out the lights. I don't mind the teens and all that, but the little kids that are driven miles by greedy parents, not so much. They still get candy, but I get to grumble to my internet friends.
We ran out of candy and shut the lights a fee minutes ago.
It hasn't started here yet
I am hiding in the back room with all the lights out in the front of the house. BAH GHOSTBUGS! or something.
We got six t-o-ters and gave it up. We maybe could have had a few more, but the doorbells don't really work, so it was kind of a pain. One kid came as Donald Trump, "the scariest thing I could think of."
The last few years I haven't seen any trick or treaters on my block, and it was raining when I left work so I didn't even bring any candy home, and this is the year there are a few. So now I feel bad for having the light off, but I have nothing to give out. And, really, I've had enough of people today, even adorable small people in costumes.