It's the night before Halloween
and all through the house
Are strewn empty candy wrappers.
And I can't button my blouse ;-O
BURP. OMG.
Last weekend we bought three big bags of mixed candy to hand out to the kids...what were we thinking! This happens every year--I tell Hubs do NOT buy candy yet, please wait until Halloween and get it in the morning, because we (translate to I) will eat it all week. But it just never works out that way....the bags get bought, they sit there for about 24 hours, and then they get opened, and the snacking begins.
BURP. SIGH.
Dammit, it's all chocolate or tootsie rolls, no maryjanes, no dumdum lollies, no molasses taffy wrapped in those orange waxy papers. No sweet tarts, no rootbeer barrels, no lemonheads or starburst, or even hubba bubba bubblegum.
BURP. SLURP.
I want wax bottles of sweety liquid goodness, I want multi-colored dots on long strips of white paper, I want pixie straws of colored sugar to suck down and make my head spin in a sugar rush, I want BLUE WAX LIPS--not the pink ones or that weird red color. I want BLUE.
BURP. URGHH.
I want razzles, and skittles and those marvelously, horridly sour gummiworms. I want jujubes, and dots (but not the licorice ones--blecch), I want mexican hats, poprocks and sweet tarts. I want teeny-tiny chicklets and inch long rolls of fruit-flavored life savers.
BURP. GLARP.
I want a bubble gum cigar, bonomo turkish taffy (CRACK!), I want those little caramels with the white glob of grainy powdered sugar in the center, I want those hard candies that are extruded with the barely recognizable flower design--but I don't want those strawberry filled candies with the waxy coating, I want swedish fish and those strange little ice cream cones with the chewy meringue "ice cream". I'd even settle for Astronaut Ice Cream that's half smashed into shards.
BURP. FRURRURURP.
I miss my Mom's steaming hot mugs of apple cider with a sprinkling of cinnamon. I miss her oatmeal cookies too. I miss the graham cracker sandwiches she made filled with seven-minute frosting tinted with drops of food coloring to make such pretty pastel hues. She never made dinner on Halloween for us--no need as we were all full on candy.
Sniff. Sigh.
I'll rummage around in the candy bag and see if I can find that last hershey bar with the nuts.