Second Month
One of the things that I don't like about Hallowe'en is that DW often buys too much candy to hand out to the trick-or-treaters. That's not always the case—there have been a couple of times where we had more costumed visitors than we expected—but by and large, we tend to have leftovers. I don't have the willpower to ignore the chocolatey treats that remain in the large bowl that DW fills. As soon as 8:00 strikes, DW brings the outdoor decorations in, covers the window at the front of the house, and turns off the lights, effectively closing up shop. That's when I come out of hiding. I no longer care for Hallowe'en, so I head up to our bedroom and watch TV, whilst DW answers the door. And as soon as I hear her shut off the festive music, I know I can come out of hiding. This year, I learned that we had less than half of the number of kids come to our door, and toward the end, DW was just grabbing handfuls of the Smarties, Kit Kats, Aero bars, and Caramilks to get r...
