We were about to walk out the door last night around 3:45 pm when suddenly we heard our doorbell ringing like crazy and children yelling, "Trick or treat," accompanied by little fists pounding on our door. Isn't 3:45 a little early for the monsters to be begging for food? Since all we had were two refridgerated "fun" sized hershey candies and some apples, we stood silently and waited for the brats to leave. We had to wait around a bit to make sure we had a clear getaway before venturing out, too.

We should have just given them apples and told them, "You're lucky you came so early. I haven't gotten a chance to put razors in these yet."