Well, another Halloween has come and gone, and once again I'm left not very impressed with the youth of today.
Back in the day we put some effort into trick-or-treating. We wore costumes that we (or our parents) made. We figured out who was giving out the best candy and planned routes to maximize our efforts. We knew to avoid the houses that gave out raisins, or worse, pomegranates. There were even kids who got rides out to Huntington Harbor, where legend had it that at least one house gave out silver dollars instead of candy, and the rest gave out full-size chocolate bars.
Those were the days when my parents' careful tally of the number of kids coming to the door climbed above two hundred.
Nowadays I get just a few kids, half of whom either can't remember or can't be bothered to say "Trick or treat". And after the first half hour or so (when it's the little kids with parents in tow), at least half of the kids coming to the door have no costume at all. Come on. How hard is it to at least throw a sheet over your head?
These kids today... They don't deserve my candy.
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Emphatically agree. I'm totally over the little bastards.
To be fair, I think part of the problem is that they're just burnt out on Halloween by the time it rolls around -- they've already gone to a party at school, the "safe" business trick or treating downtown, another "safe" party at the Elk's lodge, and they have enough candy to last the rest of the year (or it doesn't matter because their allowances make candy available all year long).
I still shut the light off at 8, though.
We took the dog trick-or-treating. He was dressed as Superman (superdog?) and Rich was Captain America. I did not wear my costume. Logan scored a little bag of dog treats.
No one came to the house. Apparently, we only have "safe" business trick-or-treating in my neighborhood. I'm glad because it keeps the little bastards away. Also, candy is getting really expensive!
Where did you take your dog where there were dog treats given out?
I'd be jealous, but taking the two dogs with me would have been impossible. As it was, Ginger was crated the entire evening (to keep her from rushing out the door and terrorizing the children) and Molly slept through it all on the couch.
We're such a rocking household...
The Giants gave you the birthday present you couldn't get for yourself: the 2010 baseball season has come to an end. The gang at work should be talking incessantly about it for only a few more days.
Alles Gutes zum Geburtstag.
Okay, you guys have 24 hours to get it all out of your system. If that doesn't work, let me know and I'll stay home on Wednesday as well.
Oh, and thanks for the birthday wishes, but you spelled it wrong. (I've been waiting almost 20 years to correct your German...) Ginger helped me eat my birthday popcorn.
We went to the Polka Dog Bakery.
http://www.polkadog.com/shop.php
It's just up the street.
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