By the time we were turning the corner towards home, we were seeing groups of trick-or-treaters. As we drove into the alley, a horde of at least fifteen (mostly seven-ish with three or four parents who held the tiny ones and toddlers) rounded our corner, and I had to rush inside. Hubby was already filling the pumpkin with candy. I got inside and dumped the new candy in just in time for the first doorbell.
“Man, that pumpkin is scary!” said one child.
“Isn’t it, though?” said Hubby, handing out the Kit Kats. “My wife made it.”
“That explains it,” said the kid, turning to rush towards the next house.
We had quite a turnout. Around eight-thirty, we made a quick run to a friend’s house to see all the decorations she had put up and experience her husband’s megaphone and “talking scarecrow” stuff. As their door opened, a ghost dropped from the second-floor balcony and a lion roared. Their stop was not for the fearful!
There were some strobe lights and a couple of police cars in the darkness, so it bothered my left eye (the one that got damaged the most by the radiation) and I got dizzy. We had to stop by Sonic for a diet Route 44 limeade and some Tots. But my visual system wasn’t really happy until we got back home and fell out. Charging the Kindle right now. Hoping that a few people took a chance on the Splatterfairies and enjoyed them. I picked up some reference books and plan to spend a while browsing them before I conk out for the night. Excitement is tiring!