Yes, it is that time again…surviving the week before Halloween. The decorations are strategically placed, the pumpkins are purchased – not carved, mind you… the smell makes me barf and the girls’ Daddy has been well working until bedtime. But they sure look pretty on the porch in a lovely formation that Martha Stewart herself would glance over her shoulder and say, “Nice job. They must not have children at their house.” SEE, THAT CRAZY WOMAN DOESN’T KNOW EVERYTHING!!!
So back to Chocolate…and for all of you English teachers and grammatically perfect persons out there, yes I capitalize the word “Chocolate” because it is biblical to me. A deity, if you will. Now I will continue with my obsession. My last week’s post regarding the snicker bars and how I was going to promptly take the bag of candy over to the neighbors kind of fell through. Not because my neighbor wasn’t there. Not because I haven’t had my neighbor over 3 times in my kitchen since then, BUT because I really wasn’t ready to let go of “It.”
All week long, I followed my “Weight Watcher’s-esque” food life plan and felt very proud of myself (down 5#, can I get a woop?). But at three o’clock, those little giggles from the kitchen cabinet (aka the Snickers), which I moved to a lower shelf, so I didn’t have to hoist my leg up on the counter this week and pull myself to a standing position on the kitchen granite, strictly for fear that my children might learn this trick from their vertically challenged, yet limber mother, were conquered and slowly devoured each day.
Now, however, there is no Chocolate in my party bag of Halloween candy. Just Starbursts and Skittles. Am I going to be known as the house with the bad candy? I think immediately before I put the candy out, I’m going to have my husband pick up a bag of Snickers for the T-O-T’s.
Hopefully, he won’t eat half of it before he gets home from the store!
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