It's Hallowe'en. Have a good one, I guess.
Can you tell I am not a big fan of Hallowe'en? We teach our kids not to take candy from strangers 364 days a year, then tell them it's okay to do so on one day, just because it's "Hallowe'en".
Which, by the way, was shortened from "All Hallow's Eve", hence the apostrophe between the ees, where people dressed real scary-like to chase away the evil demons before November 1st...All Saint's Day, a holy day in many church calendars. Like the Saints couldn't do that demon-chasing themselves? Shows you how badly planned out this holiday is.
I'm just so glad I no longer have little ones to drag through the streets (daddy's idea, not mine). No, wait, my sixteen year old just announced to me last night she is dressing up as a pirate and traversing the neighborhood with her bf and bbfs. Ask her, I get confused with all the acronyms these days. It's bad enough that I know one of those acronyms stands for Boy Friend...but, I digress...at least I don't have to accompany her, as I am sure it would totally cramp her style. Totally.
But, I will still run out to the store at the last minute and buy bags of candy (once again, not my idea) and hand it out to the rugrats who come to my door, with me basking in the knowledge that I won't be the one dealing with their sugar rushes come bedtime. Maybe I'll even get into the spirit of things by dressing up as an acerbic, cynical menopausal bitch. Oh, wait...nevermind.
And, in conclusion, what the hell is "candy corn"? It doesn't taste like corn. It really doesn't taste like anything. Besides, I thought corn was more a symbol of Thanksgiving, not one of zombies and mummies. "Oooh, here, have some scary corn, you scary kid. Now, get off my scary lawn!"