Wait. I don't remember posing for this . . .
I've got my arsenal all set. Let the ding-donging begin!
(No, that is not a commentary on me and my brain; I already know I'm sorta ding-donged.)
The scary truth of the matter is that I bought these candy bars waaaayyyy back in September; I didn't want to get caught without candy-o-plenty. Our neighborhood is chock full of hardcore trick or treaters, that's for sure.
Dave, on the other hand was all about sharp, pointy objects and matches and fire and eventually chucking Messrs. Jack, and O, and Lantern over the balcony. (Pics to come!)