Happy Helloween!
So we're down in West Seattle house sitting for Karen's aunt and uncle and fantasizing that we actually live in their awesome 1940s house.
These two kids came to the door for trick or treating purposes, and we realized we had no candy! (never been in this position before) I dug two Atkins Zone bars out of the pantry for them and then made a mad dash to the store to buy any wrapped chocolate chunks I could get my hands on while Karen stayed home with the lights out and the shutters up to ward off any goblins until I got back.
Got home, threw on the lights, put the candies in the bowl, and BOOM, like 5 kids showed up at the door.
They were about 10, with dad hanging back at the end of the walkway.
Them: TRICKORTREAAATT!
Me: Whoa! Look at you guys! Who are you supposed to be?!
A pasty faced skeleton boy in an adidas jumpsuit: I'm the Angel of Death and this is my brother and this is my cousin!
and then they took their candy and left!
I'm having way too much fun here.