I'm sort of depressed.
No, really. I am.
Last night, Big Mike and I waited up until 10 o'clock.
We lit the candle in the pumpkin and put him outside our door.
We turned on our porch light.
And waited some more.
Then, we watched the first four episodes of Mad Men Season 1.
Then, we waited some more.
Finally, we turned off our light and went to bed.
Without handing out a single piece of candy.
Not a single trick or treat'er.
Not one little kid that I could ask, "Oh, what are YOU supposed to be?"
Not one smart butt that I have to say, "My, aren't YOU scary!"
I have to go now. I have three entire bags of fun size candy to eat to fill the void in my heart created by the lack of cute little kids. Those m&m's, Snickers, and Twix bars aren't going to eat themselves, you know.
Did you have any kids come to your door? Did I forget something? Was I supposed to put a big sign out that said "FREE CANDY" or something? Where do all the kids go on Halloween now? Church festivals? The mall? Their grandmother's houses?