Halloween will be upon us in two and half weeks. I did start preparing by buying a few bags of candy. Mrs. Pratt saw through my brilliant scheme.
Mrs.P:"Are you trying to tell me that these bags of KitKats and Milky Ways will remain unopened until Halloween?"
Me:(Wiping the chocolate from the edge of my mouth)"Mmmmfgllmf."
Yes this is the yearly Pre-Halloween candy where I SWEAR I won't sample it but always do.I'm quite the Hedonist.Then we get serious and buy the REAL candy we plan on giving out on the 31st.
I have no decorations on the house yet..not even a pumpkin . It's a little hard being at the end of the cul-de-sac.
"Not worth the effort.Nobody sees it.", Mrs. P. harrumphs.
I told her the Grinch isn't supposed to come out until Christmas. I get the Look of Death. Perfect for Halloween.I plan on finding something scary for the front door. Maybe that photo of me in a bathing suit. EEEEK!
Growing up in Buffalo NY, Trick or Treating wasn't an easy job. Sometimes the first snow of the year would happen in late October. This meant that no matter how cool your costume was you usually had a big winter coat, hat, mittens and boots on ruining all the effort you put into making the costume.
Sometimes you just gave up and when asked, "And what are you supposed to be?"
Me: *heavy sigh * "Scott of the Antarctic. May have some Twizzlers or a hot toddy?"
Tromping around in snowdrifts is no way to go trick or treating. You can drag your candy around on a sled though.
We also used to have to tote the
orange Unicef boxes and collect change to help people in the Third World. I always marvelled at how the meager 42 cents I gathered helped feed Mubutu and his family of 17 for a week.
The suburban neighborhood I lived in as a child was a jackpot for Halloween candy. I would plot my Halloween excursion with the care and precision of the Normandy Invasion. Dinner was always gulped down in anticipation of hitting the streets.The plan was always:
Up through Boxwood over to Brookwood down Blake over to Brenton cut over to Byrd Back over to Boxwood. The housing developer loved the letter B.
The kids of the neighborhood knew which houses to avoid.
"They give out combs."
"They give out apples."
"All I got was a rock."
I did get a rock in the head once. We had a window box and bench in front of our house. So one year when I was too old for trick or treating I dressed in old clothes and wore a scary mask- but had newspaper sticking out so it looked like I was a dummy or scarecrow.
Kids would come to the house- ring the bell. Dad would hand out candy-give the signal by turning the porch light on and off quick-The kids then turn around and I jump up and scare the beejezus out of them. Bwahahaha.
It was funny until one boy picked up a rock from the garden and conked me in the head with it. hahahahaha. *THUD*
I must have had a mild concussion from the incident. For the next week I was eating my Orange Unicef Box and trying to ship Mubutu 50 pounds of Jujyfruits, Sugar Daddy's and Charleston Chews.
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