I had twice as many trick or treaters this year as last year!! Woo hoo!!

[Rabrrrrrr]

The first year I lived here, I had none. Last year, I had one. This year, I had two! And they weren't together, either - they were two separate ones!

Though the last one was a baby who was at most 2 years old being carted around by her yuppie fuck parents who likely felt the need to show the world how wonderful they are that they fucked and out came that precious little baby, the center of the fucking universe. Probably named her Dulcimer or Flannery.

The mom was hot, though, so I give her props for that.

I learned my lesson from past years - assuming I'd have very few trick or treaters again this year, I handed out fistfuls of candy bars.

I love being generous! I've always regretted that I didn't just dump the whole candy bowl into last year's trick or treater's bag. I truly thought it about, as she came right at the end of the trick or treating time. I wish I had.

[rurallib]

1. Our numbers keep going down

Used to get @ 100 to 150. We maybe had 30 tonight. I thought the daylight time thing might have made a difference. Seemed to make it worse.

[The Velveteen Ocelot]

2. I ran out of candy, and not because I ate most of it myself.

More kids than last year. Finally I had to lock the door and not answer it (though if you ask me, any kid who's still running around at nearly 10:00 p.m. is too damn old to be trick-or-treating and I don't want to give candy to some pimply-ass teenager who's taller than I am and won't even bother with a costume).

BTW, "Dulcimer" (:rofl:) is a perfect name for the child of snotty yuppies. Dad probably had a Bluetooth in his ear the whole time, and they were trundling little Dulcimer around in one of those strollers the size of a forklift. Naming a kid after a musical instrument (Bassoon?) could be a new trend, to supersede the increasingly annoying fad of naming them after cities, like Madison. The next kid I run into named Madison, I will kidnap her and dress her in clothes from K-Mart and feed her Count Cholula cereal and let her ride a tricycle without any kneepads or a helmet or hockey goalie equipment. And that tricycle will not be pink. And if I had kids I'd name them Des Moines and Albuquerque and Saskatoon.