It seems since my last post that Fall has crept up on us, and I’m already falling wayyyy behind. I apologize for the long absence! Well, I hope you all had a spooktacular Halloween! After a very leopardy Halloween over here, I envisioned this super charitable mommy moment where I’d drive our ridiculous stash of candy down to Noob Baby’s dentist’s office and proudly donate it to the troops (her dentist donates Halloween candy to the troops and rewards the kiddos with a dollar for sparing their precious chompers). Well, looks like the troops are going to be a weeeeeee bit short this season as I am single-handedly consuming enough candy for all our good men and women overseas. In my own defense, this is very unlike me. Normally I get rid of all the candy in some stealthy fashion. But for some reason, I keep finding myself lurking over this humongous basket of candy and picking through and putting strange, clearly undesirable things in my mouth. You know it’s bad candy when your kid doesn’t even ask to try it.
Last night I ate something despicable called Chewy Lemonheads & Friends. Here is where I plead insanity in my own defense. I’m the person who thinks Lemonheads taste like Lysol. Yet… I had this curiously strong desire to put said “chewy Lysol” in my mouth AND see what his so-called “friends” were all about. Oh, and let me say, Lemonhead’s friends are all about trouble. Heed my advice, readers … don’t be a noob. If you see Chewy Lemonheads & Friends lurking in your Halloween stash, immediately stay away from that radiological delight. Your kidneys will thank you for it.
So, have you donated all your candy already? Secretly consumed half of it? All of it? And what is your candy weakness? I’d love to know! I will say, when I’m not insane, I cannot resist a good ole Milky Way.