That’s right, it’s haunted
every time I go in there I’m faced with
these………..I’m not bothered by the jack-a-lanterns themselves, it’s what’s inside them that’s getting to me
you see our hooligan children go door to door once a year begging for candy, then they bring home their home ill gotten gains
spread it out all over the table………ogle…….admire and maybe even argue over it for a while
then they stuff it all back into the plastic jack-a-lantern and put it on the shelf in the pantry
and it sits there haunting me
every time I step in there for something their big orange faces are just daring me to take some candy
the children won’t eat it…..I don’t know why, I know when I was a kid we ate at least half of or our total loot the very night we collected it………….kids these days
so just like last year and the year before that, I’m afraid it might be time for the Halloween candy to meet with an accident…….like maybe accidentally ending up in the garbage
I don’t know if it’s hormones (sorry any male readers) or all that carb loading I did over Thanksgiving, but the call of the candy is getting stronger and stronger
but I guarantee you the minute I get rid of it, both of them will ask where it went
que sera sera
talk to ya later,
the wanna be country girl – Caroline
I admire your strength, fortitude or whatever it is. The chocolate would never last around me. I must admit to those days that my girls were young, and they would bring their loot home. There they were sitting on the rug trading candy with each other and I was always hovering around hoping that a piece of chocolate would accidentally jump into my mouth. Oh well those days are gone and my waist thanks me for it! (Not my tummy though).