Yesterday I was driving home from work, detoured because of a nasty traffic accident (I really hope it wasn't a mini-van full of trick or treaters...), and I wound my way smack through Main Street of our tiny town. Now, we live on the outskirts, up on a hill with a big long driveway, so you know we aren't getting any cute little witches or goblins looking for treats (although my hubby was hopeful and bought 3 bags of candy, "just in case" - his favorite kinds, of course).
But the town was humming with little kids, all decked out, and their parents taking them door to door. Very cute, most of them, though I had to swerve to avoid a teenager wearing a Santa hat (yes, I'll assume it was his costume) puffing on a cigarette on his way up to a front porch. Ah, the spirit of the holidays!
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And speaking of the holidays, here's a laugh for you:
REMEMBER WHEN YOUR MOTHER TOLD YOU NEVER TO TAKE CANDY FROM A STRANGER....
..THIS IS WHO SHE WAS TALKING ABOUT!!!!!
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When I went to Catholic school (explains a lot, huh?) we were always off on November 1. It's a holy day of obligation. They don't do that anymore, though, just take all the kids to Mass in the morning instead.
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