I'm manning the door for Trick or Treat (which for some insane and unfathomable reason is always the night before in this area) and I'm going to run out of candy.
It was supposed to rain and my neighborhood is already poorly lit with winding roads and no sidewalks, so I figured I'd get few takers and bought accordingly, so as not to have a lot of candy left in the house. Instead, it's 61F and dry and a perfect night to be out. Dang. Not that I grudge the kids a nice night, but I wish I'd anticipated this.