I once heard a comedian relate that, when you’re sick, you can’t help but answer the phone like Elmer Fudd.  “Heh-woh?  Heh-woh?”  That’s how I sound.  I ran home to eat lunch with my Momma, which was OUTSTANDING (cheeseburger pie, a delight that is rarely matched), but something in the air between there and here has my allergies in a tizzy.  I haven’t stopped sneezing in an hour, and Boss is two more sneezes away from sending me home.  It’s making me light-headed, all of the sneezing.  It’s just the time of year.

I’m not giving out candy this year.  I know how Scrooge-y that makes me sound, but last year was such a horrible experience with giving out candy that I don’t want to participate this year.  And more and more churches are doing festivities for Halloween, so I’m REALLY against it.  Don’t get me wrong, I think churches participating are a blessed thing, but I think it’s unfair for children to go to Trunk-or-Treat on Sunday night and stock up on candy, only to show up on my doorstep on Monday night and rob me of my candy.  Also, I’m very against these busloads of children that empty out in my neighborhood to take my candy.  I want the local kids to get my candy.  Don’t you have a neighborhood? 

Okay, so really, I just remember the kids from last year that walked into my house when I didn’t answer the door fast enough for them.  Wandered into MY house, into MY living room.. with their parents.  Their excuse?  “We saw that you are having a party..”

FOR YOU?!  DID YOU GET AN INVITATION?!

Sorry.  Small rant there.

No, at this rate, I will be curled up, post-bath, on Bryan’s overstuffed green leather sofa, reading Little Earthquakes and drinking tea.  And really, until I have my own younguns to tote around and steal candy from, this may be how I spend Halloweens from now on.