I miss taking them out to trick-or-treat. That could just be the weather talking, though. It's pretty nice out there tonight. I certainly don't miss the cold years. And I'm not getting much traffic up here at this end of the neighborhood. I've started giving out handfuls instead of one or two pieces. (Which could explain a couple of the repeats I've seen.)
From the warnings in the back of the Life textbook: If one sleeps over at one’s old house to take care of one’s own kids while their dad is on a business trip, and if one is pleased with how calmly and smoothly everything is going and has gone and seems to be likely to go in the future, one should not be surprised when one’s silly dog decides to have -- oh, what should we call it? diarrhea? -- in the master bedroom on the white carpet. One should be careful not to say anything too terribly vile to the dog while scrubbing away at germy spattery spots with old white gym towels. Note: one should be especially alert to the smirking meanness of the universe. The universe has been known to send along vicious wasps to sting one on the ring finger of the left hand, causing one to nearly faint from anxiety.
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