The Curse of the Candy
The problem is that our family got "Boo-ed" early in the month. This is a game played in our neighborhood where you place a goody bag on someone's doorstep, along with a bright orange paper that says "Boo!" on it, which you tape to the front door. According to the attached poem, once you've been tagged, you must Boo! two more neighbors within the next 24 hours.
So I had to go out and get the candy. Even if I wanted to break the chain, my kids knew it was our turn, and they were into it. Now, you may be thinking, why doesn't she buy some candy that she doesn't really like? Danger averted!
Don’t get logical on me. Of course, I had to buy "good" candy. I need to pass out the first-rate stuff on Halloween night; we all know each other here in town.
We completed our "Boo-ing" earlier this week, so the candy sampler bag is open for business (two different kinds of sampler bags, actually). My house is a minefield of temptation. When I'm here, the little candies beckon me for an afternoon pick-me-up, or small dessert after dinner, or just to say, "Hi, eat me," as I'm walking by the dining room where they are.
Well, that behavior is going to stop today. I'm announcing it here and now. A writer can't write well with a sugar-addled brain. That's how I'm tying this in to be relevant to you. Writers must eat well and stay hydrated to produce clear copy!
No more candy for me during this Halloween season. Let the kids have their fun, I've got skinny jeans to fit into and articles to write. Wish me luck!