Happy Halloween, You Ungrateful Little Bastards

I may have mentioned that my husband does props and wardrobe work for the movies. This means that we have the most kick-ass Halloween display in all of Milton every year. None of that store-bought crap, either - it's all either made or modified by him.

He was a little pressed for time this year, but he still managed to put all this together:















Now, our house is across the street from a park, so we usually don't get a lot of traffic on Halloween despite the way cool decorations. Maybe ten or twelve Trick-or-Treaters - twenty on a good year. But some.

This year... NOT A SINGLE SOLITARY KID KNOCKED ON OUR DOOR!!!

Oh, sure, I get it. You're all going for the high-yield neighbourhoods. The townhouses, or maybe even the new developments. No sense bothering with that house across from the park with the deaf couple next door who don't shell out. And that driveway is soooo long...

Screw 'em. Next year, we're just going to set up in front of some other house where Adam's work can be appreciated. See if you get any candy from us then, assholes.

Hmph.