Halloween and the Perfect Woman

After that nasty incident last summer in which I fed peanut butter cookies to Type A+'s allergic daughter, I felt guilty for my "Perfect Woman" postings. I'm over that now and ready to continue singing her praises once more! How does my Perfect Woman celebrate Halloween? First, her yard is sprinkled with a perfect circle of fallen leaves. In the center are two reclaimed antique chairs that she has sanded and repainted to look really old and worn. In one of the chairs is a life sized scarecrow. He's a friendly guy, and not one bit scary. He's just flopping there in his chair, hay peeking perfectly from his OshKosh overalls. You ring the doorbell and have just shouted your "Trick-or-treat" when you are invited in, you must be cold. In you go and you are escorted to the crackling fire and given a mug of steamy hot chocolate. Maybe that isn't how she greeted every group of kids, but that's how she treated my daughter. Nice, huh? I know, she's a trip and a half. At my house I was the neighborhood grinch who didn't buy enough candy. "Just take one!" I'd say and slap their little hands out of the bowl. Okay, not really, but I did run so low on treats that I turned off the lights and made like no one was home at 8 o'clock!