Boo. The weather was great so we sat out in the front yard sucking down adult beverages (Sam Adam's Light for me, Mike's Hard Lemonade Light for her. We're both wusses. But damn if they don't taste great.) waiting for the onslaught of Trick or Treaters. I'm not sure exactly who my character is and after about 4 beers I really didn't care. She was Cat-Woman, hence the five o'clock whiskers on her face. Les Meows. We debated on the kind of treats we would serve and came to the conclusion....envelope please....pretzels. Ya, Synder's minature sourdough pretzels. Nutrious i.e. fat free and not chocked full of sugar. (Ummmmm pixie stix) The look on some of the kids' faces. I think they were just puzzled. But we managed to give out about 70 packs. Not bad for night intended to scare away lost souls.
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