Candy, candy can-dy. Candy candy can-dy.<\/p>\n
Halloween is here and Kevin is starting to look a little sick. For the last week or so he\u2019s been gorging himself on fun sized goodies. They\u2019re everywhere – on desks, at meetings, in lunch boxes. It\u2019s so bad that last night, I offered him a Snickers bar and he actually said no. That\u2019s how I know today is Halloween. \u2018Cause on any other day of the year, that Snickers would be out of my hand, unwrapped, and gobbled up before I could finish saying, \u201cdo you want one?\u201d<\/p>\n
A few weeks ago, before Kevin had OD\u2019d on candy, Kat and I took a little girl\u2019s road trip up to Tacoma for a stamp convention. While we were wandering about we ran across a delicious find. Right next to our hotel was to home of Almond Roca. And even more important, next to the manufacturing plant was the outlet store. Inside we discovered the Almond Roca that didn\u2019t make the cut. Either it was wrapped wrong, too short, too long, or not enough chocolate – flaws that we knew would be overlooked by our husbands. Being good wives, we each picked up a tub of boo-boo chocolates.<\/p>\n
When I got home, I gave Kevin his tub-o-treats and he ran away crackling with glee. I watched as he pawed at the tub top for a few minutes. Try as he might, he just couldn\u2019t get the lid off of the chocolates.<\/p>\n
\u201cHey, is this candy child-proofed?\u201d he wailed in despair. \u201cWho would child-proof candy? That\u2019s just mean!\u201d, he declared. He looked so forlorn that I took pity on him and opened the tub. I\u2019m thinking he might be onto something though. Putting candy in one of those awful medicine bottles where you have to have just the right hand coordination to open it might be a very good idea. If nothing else, it would slow Kevin down.<\/p>\n
I am, however, dreading what will come once the sun goes down tonight. Now, don\u2019t get me wrong, I\u2019m not a scrooge about Halloween. We are fully decorated and stocked to the brim with goodies. The problem is Artie.<\/p>\n
You see, every time that doorbell rings, all Artie sees is a delightful bite-sized treat standing at the door. So I need one hand to open the door and one hand to give out candy and another hand or tow to keep Artie from taking a bite out of the wee little people on the doorstep. Last year, one sweet little girl saw Artie, yelled \u201cpuppy\u201d and ran inside before either her mother or I could move. (Those little tikes sure can move fast.) Luckily, Artie was too shocked at being rushed by a kid (they are usually running the other way) to move and her mom was able to pull her back before she lost her arm. I think this year I\u2019m going to lock the pooch in a room until the candy\u2019s run out and the lights are turned off.<\/p>\n
Now, I have to go find my costume for tonight. I\u2019m thinking vampire or maybe a pirate. Arrrrg!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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