Post Halloween Hangover

Ahh, Halloween. Thank God it is over with. This was my first year doling out the candy from my house. The spawn has finally gotten to the age where he wants to venture out on his own with friends. I'm so happy he finally turned 4.

Anyway, we had 110 visitors in about 105 minutes. I ended up sitting out on my front step - in the cold - with a sore throat. If they didn't say trick or treat I licked the wrapper prior to putting the treat into their container. Ungrateful bastards. I sure am glad that I didn't decide to go with the double-edged razor blade in the apple trick. Maybe that is a bit too old skool for today?

We ran out of the first batch of candy after 45 minutes, so I shut my lights off until the wench could get home with round two. Apparently the kids of today don't know that if the lights are off that you don't ring the bell at that house. I had a group of 7 kids on my step hit my bell 20 times - MINIMUM! So I promptly opened the door and told them that no matter how many times they ring my bell, with my lights turned off, that I had no way of giving them candy...follow the rules of the frigging event.

Assholes.