I was beyond excited to be a homeowner last year, the first Halloween in our house. I couldn't wait to have the doorbell rung by costumed local kiddies and give them candy. I wasn't a huge fan of trick-or-treating as a kid, but I loved the years where I stayed home and handed out the goods, munching on them throughout the night. Naturally.
On this day last year, even though I told my employers that I was coming in at 7:30 to leave and get home for trick-or-treaters, I didn't make it home until 7PM, evidently too late for the little ones on our street. I stared out the windows like a crazy woman and even put the candy out on the step, but there were no takers. I was pathetically heartbroken. Earlier this month, I threw out the twelve remaining aged Snickers bars.
This year I'm working at home, we have two giant bags of assorted miniature sugar handouts. Bring 'em on.