Outnumbered Two to One

Since it was a Halloween Friday this year, I guess we expected the trick-or-treaters would be out in hoards, canvassing the neighborhood, pillaging and what not. We were ready for them, with our super-sized bags of the good candy we picked up at BJs. We’ve got four kids ourselves, so we don’t mess around when it comes to sweets.

I know, plenty of people take the easy route - mints, caramels, those plain nondescript oval shaped lollipops, candy corn. Don’t get me wrong, I love the candy corn. We don’t discriminate when it comes to sugars. But at our house, we are candy connoisseurs - 100 Grand Bars, Baby Ruth, Butterfinger, Twix, Crunch, Snickers, M & Ms. It’s a chocolate goldmine.

Unfortunately this year all our trick-or-treaters had big fabulous Halloween parties to attend. We barely managed to hand out a single bowl of candy, much less refill it, so our pantry is stocked with a good ten pounds of chocolate not including the spoils my own kids brought home after they made their rounds.

If that’s not a diabetic coma waiting to happen, I don’t know what is.I will try to stay strong, club HAYSAYers, but the odds are not in my favor. Not at all.

That little frog caught on fast, my friends. There was not a shy bone in his body as he strode up to random strangers and demanded his candy. He had his plastic pumpkin in a death grip as we made our way around the block. He would not be carried, he would not be aided even though his stash weighed more than he did. That is a true trick-or-treater.

And that’s the last I’ll say about Halloween 08. We’re still nursing our sugar hangovers two days later.

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