This morning after my Yoga class I stopped in Walmart to buy a few supplies. The store was awash with folks, all of whom seemed to be in search of Halloween candy, costumes for the kids and the like.
I quickly passed by the bins and bins of every imaginable type of candy, mostly blocking the center isles (they plan it this way, right?) and headed for the produce department to buy my weekly supply of fruits.
I did wish, however, to purchase a Halloween treat for the three children who have moved in down the hill from us. They are quite small, and I am not quite certain their parents will bring them up our long driveway tonight during their trick-or-treat rounds. Therefore, I’m going to bag their treats up festively and deliver them later in the afternoon.
|Treats for the neighbor children: Skittles in pumpkins, gumballs in a miniature dispenser machine.|
While in the store, I was about to leave the sea of candy when I hesitated, thinking I should buy a Halloween treat for my husband. Any kind, so long as its Hershey’s chocolate is his stand on the matter. But there were so many choices in size of bars, size of bags, etc., etc., etc.
Finally I settled on a VERY large bag of miniatures. Will I eat some? Surely I will. He’ll leave all the dark chocolate for me and concentrate on the milk chocolate; I’ll fix a bag filled with the Krackel and Mr. Goodbar for mother.
|Chocolates and the kiddie treats.|
The dogs will beg when they hear the little bars being unwrapped, but no, they will not get any. Definitely not. I’ve heard, but don’t know if it’s true, that chocolate is poison to their systems.
A Spooky Halloween picture:
|Ole' Doe-eyed Kris wishes you a happy Halloween.|
|I love this pose of Valerie. She looks as if she's thinking, "how pretty I am!"|
Happy Halloween everyone.