It's 6:59pm. I just got home. I've been at the office since 7am. Yep. No lights are on at the front of the house. But these kids keep coming to the door, banging on it, ringing the doorbell. (This freaks the cats out and is disrupting my attempt at relaxing after a long day.)

I hear the parents standing at the foot of the driveway - letting their cretins do this.

My front yard is totally dark. NO gas lights out front. Nada.

I'm *really* tempted to throw water out from the window that's over the front door.
Teach the little varmits a lesson or two. Yes, I'm in a bitchy mood whenever ill-behaved children are involved.

Maybe next year I'll give out some really crappy candy. (What's like the worst candy you can give out? Maybe I'll buy it 50% off tomorrow and let it sit around for a year...)

The upside of being so exhausted is that I've lost 4 1/2 lbs this week. No gym. Granted, I haven't really been hungry for anything. I go to the grocery store with the cart, wheeling between aisles, totally non-committal about anything.

I already have 6 deals in the works with work. Translation: I'm kicking ass.