Everyday is NOT Halloween
I did an inventory check on Halloween candy in the Dunne-Hosey Estates last night; while I forget the number of bags, we have 267 ounces, or 16 pounds, 11 ounces, of candy awaiting the little nippers, er, uh, Trick or Treaters, eight days from today.
Quite frankly, this is not an enormous amount for us, certainly not the most candy we have had in preparation of Halloween (yes, the title is a paraphrase of the Ministry song, because I couldn't come up with a good one for the Dream Syndicate song "Halloween"). Indeed, we will be buying more before the actual night hundreds of kids, many trucked in from other parts of the West Side, North Buffalo and the East Side, descend on our Elmwood Village neighborhood for virtual tons of dentist-pleasing candy.
All told, we will probably have about 20 pounds of candy to hand out, and as usual, we will run out of it before we run out of trick or treaters.
Quite frankly, this is not an enormous amount for us, certainly not the most candy we have had in preparation of Halloween (yes, the title is a paraphrase of the Ministry song, because I couldn't come up with a good one for the Dream Syndicate song "Halloween"). Indeed, we will be buying more before the actual night hundreds of kids, many trucked in from other parts of the West Side, North Buffalo and the East Side, descend on our Elmwood Village neighborhood for virtual tons of dentist-pleasing candy.
All told, we will probably have about 20 pounds of candy to hand out, and as usual, we will run out of it before we run out of trick or treaters.
posted by val at 6:40 PM
1 Comments:
That's it. We know which direction we're headed... Considering mommy and daddy like to poach the kids' goods.
I like the ones that come to your door with the Barry White voice and no costume, myself.
"Uh... you ain't got nothin' else? I don't like that kind."
F*ckers.
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