Each year around this time, my resolve breaks down. And I buy a bag of miniature Halloween chocolate bars. Not for trick-or-treaters. Just to snack on. Sort of a reward for seeing these in stores since August and always walking past them. Looking away. But now, with Halloween so close, I think, what's the harm in buying a bag? Or two. So I do. And I bring the bag of bars home and empty it into one of my Halloween candy dishes.
The problem is . . . I don't live alone. I live with three other people who have even less willpower than I have when standing in close proximity to candy.
These might last 24 hours.
The problem is . . . I don't live alone. I live with three other people who have even less willpower than I have when standing in close proximity to candy.
These might last 24 hours.