Humpity Day: And So It Begins…



This is a peek at the weigela in our back garden. What’s left of it. Ha-ha. Ho-ho. Hee-hee. The back garden that is. It’s the first real sign of fall color we’ve had. If you’re cruising down the road, it’s a little more evident.

The fencers have been delayed by rain. Can I get another ha-ha, ho-ho, hee-hee?

Thanksgiving weekend was warm, unlike today. Today it’s 49 Fahren as I tap out these post words. I made a pumpkin pie anyway. Probably the best pumpkin pie I’ve ever made. It’s gone, baby, gone.

True Confessions ~

I have a thang for Maynards Sour Patch Kids. I buy them once a year for Halloween.

For. The. Trick-Or-Treaters.

I buy them early to get a good price. They go in a cupboard that requires a step stool. I pat myself on the back for being penny-wise and early with the treats.

And then, late at night when I’m writing semi-comatose on the couch, I hear those sly Sour Patch Kids calling my name. I type faster kick up the volume on Friends. The cupboard door begins to rattle.

Just one. I could open the box and take just one mini pack. 4 little Sour Patch Kids. It won’t even make a dent.

So. I do.

And hour later there are 5 empty packs of Sour Patch Kids on the couch, my tongue looks like a bumpy rainbow, and I’m on a Sour Patch Kids sour high.

Only 20 more days until Halloween.

Maybe I could put a combo lock on that cupboard. I was never good with those.

What’s your Halloween treat addiction?

Here be Hump Day.

Let’s just zip right through it on a Sour Patch high.


10 thoughts on “Humpity Day: And So It Begins…

  1. We did the Teal Pumpkin project last year which allows kids with allergies to have a non-food item. My child informed me that it was lame and everyone just wants candy, no healthy stuff.
    I haven’t decided what I’m buying this year cause I like chips, oh and peanut butter cups, and sour anything, tootsie rolls and anything that ends in ‘y’ like candy. LOL

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  2. We better have Snickers bars. Of course, Halloween gave us a big treat 43 yrs ago this Oct 31, a son. Then, son of a gun, 2 Halloween grand babies (yes, our son’s) a year ago. Holy candy bar, Batgirl!

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  3. I must confess that since moving to the north, I am sooo happy that we live on a backroad far, far, FAR from trick-or-treaters. We don’t do Hallowe’en anymore.
    Now, that said, we don’t NOT do Hallowe’en candy purchases. But if (Ha. Make that when) we do, he keeps them hidden. And so far, so good, in the snooping and snitching department.

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