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Is Your House Haunted?

Happy Halloween!

Last night our town celebrated Halloween. They always schedule it on a weekend night no matter when Halloween falls. Last year they caught us unaware and we didn’t have any candy for the kids everyone buses in (no joke). We live across the street from a school and the families from all over our mostly rural town come walk the few blocks around our house for their trick or treating pleasure.

So about six p.m. the dogs started to go insane and I sent G out front to hand out the gazillion little packages of Rolos, Twix, Heath Bars, M&Ms, Reeses, Three Musketeers, Milk Duds, and whatever else was hiding in that giant bucket. Forty minutes later he was back inside shutting off the lights and closing the blinds. Holy crap that was a lot of candy in a short amount of time. One piece each.

Little zombies cleaned us out. Poor G. Out of Halloween candy already and it isn’t even Halloween yet. He might deserve it though. He told me one of the kids asked if our house was haunted. Umm, yes. Haven’t I been saying that for months now?

But G quickly told him no, and the kid turned to a friend and said, “See I told you it wasn’t haunted!”.

And friend responded, “That’s what so and so said!”

If I’d been out there I would have said, “Oh yeah. Have you seen our ghost? He likes to come out at night.” Then I would have asked what rumors they’d heard and who they thought our ghost could be.

Seems our house has become the creepy one all the kids talk about. I don’t know why. It’s super cute, and we have adorable dogs that like to sit in the window. But as long as the kids don’t start breaking in and holding séances, it’s cool with me. Y’all know how much I like ghosts. Especially ones that like to invade dreams. :D

 

You and your flippin' Cadbury Eggs!

Every single time I open the fridge, I see those evil horrid boxes of Cadbury Caramel Eggs. Damn those after Easter sales. I think hubby said they were half off so he bought two boxes and there they sit, right in the door of the fridge, taunting me.

This isn’t a post about willpower. You see, refined sugar is one of my migraine triggers. If I were to actually eat one of those things, it might actually mean my death by chocolate.  I would certainly be laid out for at least three days and ready to off myself.

The funny thing is, dessert, chocolate, ice cream, that sort of thing doesn’t usually tempt me in the least. Think of that time you had way too much of a certain drink, say margaritas (Angie, I’m looking at you), and now every time you even think of tequila your gag reflex kicks in. It’s sort of like that, minus the gag reflex, but still I have no desire to inflict that sort of torture on myself.

Most people I know apologize when they are indulging in their sugary goodness of choice  when I’m around, knowing I can’t eat it. Let me assure you, this is totally unnessesary. I don’t want it and if I get a sugar craving there are substitutes. Still, thos flippin’ Cadbury Caramel Eggs are calling to me and I haven’t run across a suitable substitute.

Damn you, G, Hurry up and eat them so I don’t have to keep thinking about them.

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