I'd like to be able to say that all that Halloween didn't have a negative effect on me but I'd be lying - something I'm not so good at. It's actually not all the crap in the girls trick-or-treat baskets that's killing me (they got a lot of stuff!) but rather the bowl full sugar on the dining room table that's killing me.
You see, we didn't actually get one "official" trick-or-treater on Halloween night. We live in a neighborhood full of kid that is actually inundated with "drop-off trick-or-treaters". Though this is the 3rd year we've lived here and we've had very few in the past, I somehow thought this year would be different so despite my initial attempt to steer clear of things that I knew I'd eat by buying non-chocolate containing treats - I not only purchased the Swedish Fish and Sour Patch Kids I thought I'd never eat (but realized I LOVED!) but also a few small bags of Snickers and Milky Ways. What a mistake.
We did get two "unofficial" doorbell rings, of which I gave out a handful or two to, of course. There was KK - who managed to fool me despite the fact that she lives in this very house - and M and her BFF who came all the way from her house on the opposite end of the neighborhood where they were having a birthday party. I figured that since I'm so elated that her BFF moved in to our neighborhood last week I had to reward that a little. As I am related to both ringers, however, I can't actually consider either part of the "official" count.
So, as of today it's Halloween 1 - Amy - 0.
