So, sad today. Oh, purloined Almond Joys, how I'll miss you.
Emily wised up this year, and I am very sad about her smarts. Normally the kids have to give me their candy bags "for inspection." That is when I loot my children blind. I mean, when I remove all of the Almond Joys, York Peppermint Patties, and possibly Reese's Peanut Butter Cups (but only the smooshed ones. I'm not a monster.)
She flat out refused last night. She gave me a dirty look and said to her father, "I know Mom's trick and she's not getting any of my stuff this time."
I
WHAT
WHO SAID YOU
THIS IS UNCONSCIONABLE
I am sour facing all over the place, even if my waist line is not unhappy about this. (I still have booze, after all.)
ION, the little boys down the street that The Boy normally babysits for went trick or treating for him, since he couldn't go. :) I sent their parents a text telling them how awesome I think they are.
(And of course, I'll have them deliver it before The Boy comes home so I can relieve the bag of those pesky Almond Joys. MUAH AH AH.) Okay, so I am a monster. A MONSTER WITH DELICIOUS TREATS.
She flat out refused last night. She gave me a dirty look and said to her father, "I know Mom's trick and she's not getting any of my stuff this time."
I
WHAT
WHO SAID YOU
THIS IS UNCONSCIONABLE
I am sour facing all over the place, even if my waist line is not unhappy about this. (I still have booze, after all.)
ION, the little boys down the street that The Boy normally babysits for went trick or treating for him, since he couldn't go. :) I sent their parents a text telling them how awesome I think they are.
(And of course, I'll have them deliver it before The Boy comes home so I can relieve the bag of those pesky Almond Joys. MUAH AH AH.) Okay, so I am a monster. A MONSTER WITH DELICIOUS TREATS.