Candy is stockpiled, and the door has been oiled; let them come!
Try the sound (Click the small arrow) but be prepared!
We are ready to greet trick-or-treaters like it’s a red carpet-event. Just us, a bucket full of sweets, and a sign that says, “Take one… or face the wrath of my candy-hungry guard dog!”
Scout swears that every year on this day, the kids from the hood come by to say hello to him and want to see him in his costume. Tonight, he will be Agent 007 in his tuxedo, or he might wear his hot-dog costume; we never know.
We called Vicky and received a resounding thumbs-up on the air fryer. Now, we have to get her recipe!
We pranced through the garden like a couple of confused squirrels before Mary took her shower, trying to plan how we’d plant all the new arrivals. I’m convinced the plants were judging us from their boxes, thinking, “These two? They can’t even pick a spot for a picnic!”
Then we saw the sign!
