Well, it looks like we are one of “those” houses. Last year we only had, maybe, 5 trick-or-treaters. This year was a whole different story. They seemed to come to our house in droves, and after about 30 minutes we were out of the giant pixie sticks we were handing out.

Hoping that kids do not know the difference we began giving out granola bars (who were we kidding?). No, I am not joking – I wish I was. Disgraceful. I am going to now go cry in the corner now.

Next year I think I will just fill a 55-gallon drum full of miniature snickers, and put a sign on it with the words “Take One”. Those were always the best houses! Then I will watch the mad rush as the kids trample each other to get to our house.