Happy Halloweenie

This year’s pumpkins are no better than last year. Maybe I’ll get up a picture later, after I make supper and send Mr. B. and Mom on their way out to trick-or-treating. My job is passing out the goodies to the ghouls that show up at the rancho. If any. None at all came last year, but it was a wee chilly, then. S’posed be warm tonight.

UPDATE: Eleven little goblins showed up, all but one with one or more parents. That one I judge to have been a fifth grader, which was about the time my mother made me stop trick-or-treating. Fun, anyway. Mr. B. came home with enough loot to last him until next year. Most of it will go stale and be thrown out before then.