Tomorrow is Halloween.
We live on a street with no sidewalks, the houses are set back a little ways so anyone going door-to-door would have to walk down the driveway a ways to get to the front door. Not too awful far. Not too long but long enough to make it a pain and long enough to make going door-to-door something only Jehovah’s Witnesses or Mormons or people selling contractor services would do. Little kids? Not so much.
So we don’t get a lot of kids at our door. Some. Not a lot. Enough to have to buy a bag of candy. Usually we get the big, hunkin’ bag they sell at Costco. The “fun size” candy bars. Butterfinger, Reese’s, all the rest. Good stuff.
Of course, there’s a lot left. We should take it to the nearest whatever. Maybe the office or maybe someplace else. We don’t though. We keep it. We eat it.
So tomorrow we’re thinking about going to a movie.
Just sayin’
