Our neighborhood is lame. It should come as no surprise that we moved into the one neighborhood on the planet that is populated by freaks who don’t let their kids trick or treat. The one time of the year I want people to stop by our house and we only get a handful of kids. At least I can go back to my misanthropic ways and hope that no one even looks this way.
Our first trick-or-treater showed up with his mom and baby sister. They are the ones with the house for sale that’s very similar to ours. She said they’ve lived in the neighborhood for three years and there’s never been any Halloween fun. I guess it’s a good thing we put up the pumpkin lights, the strobe and the black light. Otherwise we wouldn’t have seen one witch, ghost or gremlin. As it was, I was practically begging the kids to take as many candies as they wanted. I thanked them profusely for stopping by. Sigh, I’m now the pathetic woman down the street.
The people at work are the recipients of the gummy body parts and all of the twizzler flavors I don’t like. Lucky them.
Just from a quick search around a few other blogs, it sounds like it was a lame year all around. When the girls were little, we lived in a neighborhood and did the trick or treating thing, but I have to say, I am glad we haven’t had to do all that for the last 4 years.
My neighborhood is a mix. Part of it is really great and everybody has their lights on. However, my section is a bunch of deadbeat old people who hover in the dark with their lights turned off so they don’t have to be bothered with children coming to their door. It pisses me off. The first year we moved to our house I was so excited…we had about 4 kids. There were only a few this year…..lame…..
Oops, I meant to say the first year we moved here I was very excited but only 4 kids showed up…big let down.
Amy that made me laugh.