It's our neighbor, Emily's, Dirty Thirty today. We hosted her party of three in our birthday suits at our home. Being new homeowners, we granted her wishes to blow my husband's magic candle and eat my moist cake between my legs. She was so grateful for our priceless gifts that she cried in happiness.

They eagerly anticipated her annual week-long birthday celebration, because the neighborhood loves her so much. Surely, she had a blast when it ended, which I learned was celebrated in every home she went to for days on the block!

Is it a birthday thing or trick-or-treating?