The kids of Noe Valley, San Francisco can kiss my soon to be (because of the amount of unclaimed candy) fat ass for not coming to our house this year.
There is nothing more pathetic than a young woman sitting outside between her laughing husband with a giant bowl of candy BEGGING passers by to take some. AND BEING REJECTED! (Granted one woman was jogging and the other two were carrying the variety of children without teeth, but still. I HAVE A LOT OF CANDY TO GIVE! I JUST DON’T KNOW WHERE TO GIVE IT!)
Yeah, I know it’s only 6:30 p.m. and they might still come by. But, by the looks of it, Sanchez appears to be much more popular.
This is why I never threw a party. The idea of no one showing up terrifies me. But Desperate Housewives will make a little more sense to me tonight.


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