The Big Green House

Friday, October 31, 2003

 

No, you smell my feet

Science Girl says that we didn�t even get one trick-or-treater at Science Manor this year. That�s really a shame, because she put a lot of work into decorating the place in an inviting manner: hand-carved jack-o-lantern, pumpkin lights, fake spider webs� the whole nine yards. And not one kid stopped by! Now not only were her efforts in vain (although I think she got a fair amount of enjoyment out of putting up the decorations), but we�re stuck with all that Halloween candy. This is not good, because I will eat it all. This weekend. SG has the willpower to avoid chocolate treats; I do not. Not looking forward to the sugar coma, I�ll tell you now.

Since Halloween will be falling on a Saturday next year, I�m thinking of taking Lucy out for trick-or-meat. You know, you ring the neighbors� doorbell and they give your dog a lambchop � otherwise, they�re gonna be seeing a lot of dog poop on their lawn over the coming year. I figure whatever Lucy can�t eat that night can go into the freezer so we�ve got something to serve unexpected dinner guests.

Given the neighborhood that Science Manor is in, though, we might be better off going the trick-or-liquor route. I�m betting the neighbors have some top-shelf hooch lying around the house, just gathering dust and cluttering up the sideboy. It would be my duty, as a neighbor, to help them dispose of it. I should be able to pull together a Dylan Thomas costume by next Halloween, doncha think?

bmarkey 10/31/2003 10:24:00 PM