It happens every year during the last week in October. I go on a sort of Easter egg hunt, only it isn’t Easter, and it sure isn’t eggs I’m after. I’m hunting for something much sweeter. The Halloween candy.
We always buy plenty. Much, much, more than we’ll really need for the big night. The way I figure it, we can spare a bag or two, and certainly a few pieces at the very least. It’s not like I’d be depriving any of the ghosts or witches who turn up on our doorstep tonight, their hard earned reward.
But still, the candy disappears. Hidden some place where I supposedly won’t find it. I guess I’ve shown my husband one too many times that I can’t be trusted to exercise self control. (He’s right, of course.)
After searching out the obvious hiding place, and a few more creative ones, I come up empty handed. Once again, Stuart has done his job well.
Part of me is disappointed, but another part of me is glad. Actually finding the candy would involve some tricky decision making. Like how much to help myself to, and whether or not to confess my sins.
I guess I’ll just make myself wait until this evening, when the candy will reappear, and be left out in plain sight, no less. With all the confusion of trick or treaters coming, and the doorbell ringing, and the dogs going crazy, well no one will be keeping an eye on me…
Happy Halloween, everyone! And here’s wishing you endless pieces of your Halloween favorites!