We wanted to be prepared for droves of tiny princesses and race car drivers, so I bought two gigantic bags of candy from Costco and decorated the front door with orange & black stars and a very friendly spider ('There is candy here!' I wanted everyone to know.) We turned on the porch light and camped out right by the door in the dining-turned-exercise-room, good and ready for 700 doorbell rings.
Between the hours of 5 and 9:00, at which time I gave up, took a bath, and then took myself to bed, we had a grand total of five.
The next morning, my husband, unable to contain himself any longer, began hopping around and pumping his fists in the air. He'd been secretly hoping all along for just this kind of scenario, because what happens to left-over Halloween candy in this house? It's not given to the local dentist's office for $1/lb, I can tell you that.
He wore his pumpkin head to work on Friday, but I am married to a turkey :)
Oh, and to add insult to injury: I lent my Lady Liberty costume to our friends' son, who later told his friends that he'd borrowed it from a 'middle-aged woman.'
Such disappointment, such sting!
Better luck next year to me :)