Last night, after almost 2 years living in our house and our second Halloween there, we got trick-or-treaters.  Granted, there were only 4 of them but we got some.  As you scratch your head wondering why this is exciting you have to understand that we live at the end of a cul-de-sac on the bottom of a steep hill of which you have to go up a steep hill to get to -so we don't get many kids on Halloween.  Not that it matters because my wife and I still decorate our porch (we were the only one on our block to do so this year), still buy lots of candy, carve pumpkins, and have a blast doing it (read my wifes version) -we call it a party of 2.  Any holiday or special event we can have fun doing it by ourselves.  Like masturbation, we're self gratifying.

Now, I have to do inventory and perhaps even call in an independent auditor but almost all of our candy is gone... those 4 little fuckers wiped us out!  I tease of course.