Once again — for the fourth year running – I drew the short straw for who has to stay home and pass out candy. Ordinarily I’d complain, but it’s supposed to get into the 30s once the sun sets, and my joints don’t take kindly to walking around in that kind of chill.

We live in a neighborhood that’s plagued with Trick or Treaters starting at sundown. They come in RV’s, mini-vans, small buses and cars, and from the moment it looks almost dark there’s an endless stream. Which is why last year I found myself dying to use the bathroom but, since my husband was still taking the Big-Eyed Boy on his rounds, I couldn’t. I wound up with a bladder infection the next day, and I’m not going through that again. This year I’ve printed up an “Honor System” sign to put out with the bowl of candy when I have to take those potty breaks.

If your night’s going to be as busy as mine, feel free to help yourself to a copy.

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