Halloween 2008

Today I'd like to start by congratulating all of my American readers, it looks like you guys had a tremendous voter turnout... I think you guys made a great decision too, even though I'm not overly political, there's something about seeing Oprah cry; I think it's kind of like seeing one of your parents cry, you can't help but get all wrapped up in emotion too. And if you didn't vote for Obama, hopefully this will cheer you up!


Since this is our first Halloween in a neighbourhood that actually has children, Chris and I had no idea what to expect. And I'm not going to lie, we f***ed it up quite a bit.


We asked our neighbour how many trick-or-treaters they had last year, and they said 25. Well it must have been a busy off season, because we had over 200. So obviously we ran out of candy, and fully panicked, so we started looking for items around the house. We finally ran out of canned soup at around 9 p.m., so we turned off all of our lights and hid in our basement.


Apparently Halloween is a bit of a big deal when you do have children, and everyone on our street went all out with their decorations, costumes, etc. And I suppose ours were a little sub par, considering we kept getting critiqued by trick-or-treaters; we got numerous "Where are you decorations?", and "Where are your costumes?", all from little kids! I guess the kids failed to notice that I handed the candy out from an ORANGE bowl...Jerks!


The week leading up to Halloween, Chris and I had been debating on what candy we should hand out. I've always been a fan of the assorted chocolate bars, but Chris argued that caramels were the way to go, so we bought some of each. I'm sure you know the caramels I'm referring to, they're like a square inch, and they have the most annoying wrapper on them that takes like 45 minutes to get off, and it never even fully comes off, then when you chew it, it pulls out all of your fillings. But Chris was all pumped about the caramels, and he went on and on about how kids loved them. Unfortunately, he was quite wrong; and a typical conversation with a trick-or-treater went something like this:

Mary: There's your chocolate bar, Happy Halloween!

Kids: Thanks!

Chris: Wait! Who wants some caramels?!
(Big smile!)

Kids: Umm, no thanks

Mary: Weird, I've never heard a trick-or-treater refuse candy before

Chris: Sure you do! Kids love caramels! Come here!
(Chris grabs kid's bag and shoves caramels in)

Needless to say there were caramels all over the sidewalk on Nov. 1


I believe the high point of the evening came when the doorbell rang, the dogs escaped from the bedroom, and Chris tried to wrangle them both into the front hall washroom, before they ran at the plethora of kids at our door. The only problem was I had already opened the door, and Chris has quite a mouth on him when he gets stressed which resulted in the trick-or-treaters getting an ear full of "For f**k's sake! That piece of s**t door won't close! They won't get in the f***ing bathroom!... Hey, wait! who wants a caramel?!"

xoxox,
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