Crashing

First and foremost, I'd like to welcome my dear friend Quick Witted Chrissy to the world of bloggety things. I take full blame for sucking her into the vortex because some schmuckatelli responded to an ollllld post (in their moronic search for pronographic content) calling me names via that "anonymous" nomenclature. I felt it necessary to require identity so that if someone insisted on disagreeing with me, they can do it to my "face". So she got an account and figured she should put it to use. Now she can call me names to my face and for posterity on my blog (and hers). Yay, more entertainment! (If you haven't noticed, it doesn't take much for me really.)

Second, since we live on the ghetto side of the good neighborhood, we mooched trick-or-treated on the really good side of the good neighborhood. Clone was dressed as Tinkerbell and Beast was ... slashed? I would have loaned him my clothes for a cross dressing costume, but I wasn't going to share my shoes! He was a good and dutiful brother and escorted Clone while Devildog and I were lazy shiftless parents following them in the Mom-bus. They thanked the neighbors and they didn't walk on the lawns. There were fewer houses handing out candy, I suspect because Halloween fell on Friday and lots of churches have alternative activities. Plus it's Florida/Georgia weekend (GO NOLES!), so there was plenty elsewhere to be doing (intoxication tailgating) Seriously, we may have gone to 10% of the houses giving out candy and worked the neighborhood an hour and a half TOPS.
And the kids came away with this:
And my husband has this thing about sorting the candy. It all got dumped together again anyway but he likes to take full stock of the loot. The piles were falling off the coffee table so I grabbed bowls (and they're all Tupperware...) to corral the candy.
We have a bowl each of Hershey's miniatures, Butterfinger, Snickers, Milky Way, 3 Musketeers (a favorite of mine), Reese's cups (another favorite of mine, probably my #1), Skittles, irregular snacks like popcorn, pretzels and gummi snacks etc, and those odd caramel/taffy candies that I can only assume die hard seniors insist on handing out. They were good parents back in their day and didn't aid their children in such consumption apparently.
Moving on to the piles, we have M&M's (regular and peanut), KitKat, Starburst, Crunch, Twix, Hershey's, Almond Joy, some Junior Mints, DOTS, Milk Duds, and a few SmarTies, Sugar Baby/Daddy, Twizzlers, Sour Patch, and a Take 5. Beast got a full sized Zero bar. Then There were the perfunctory DumDums, Tootsie Pops, Tootsie Rolls (in flavors even), and someone threw in a small page of stickers for good measure. Clone's prized treat? A miniature thing of fuschia Play-doh.

The kids were told they could have one piece of candy tonight. I suspect I'll have the revolving door unlatched tomorrow to safeguard my sanity. "If you MUST bounce, do so outside!" We got home shortly after 9, went through the candy and I sat down at the computer. I was trying to upload the first picture, and was called by the Devildog to see this:

Because mooching is an exhausting line of work you know....