I was gone most of the day today, and it’s a good thing. It’s getting dangerous around here. There are bags and bags of candy on the dining room table. The sweet treats are for the reception’s candy buffet, but I may have to put all that sugary temptation in a locked trunk…in the basement….with dynamite wrapped around it.
I’ve always had a sweet tooth. When I was a kid, there was a drawer in the kitchen that always had a bag of licorice in it. I remember my mom stopping in at the drugstore on the way home from the dentist to buy me candy for being a good girl. I often had a bad tummy ache on my birthday because the night before was Halloween and I had over-indulged in all the goodies from trick-or-treating.
Now I have to face boxes and boxes and pounds and pounds of candy every stinkin’ day. That container of 100 pieces of licorice? Well, there’s more like 95 pieces now. And the 5# of Jordan almonds? Uh…make that 4.8#. I had to make sure the strawberry-banana taffy wasn’t too hard. It wasn’t. I needed to see if the raspberry drops really do takes like raspberries. They do.
Three more weeks. I sure hope there’s some candy left. I sure hope my dress still fits.