|My daughter's pumpkin|
Again, since this is Worry Wednesday, I am allowed to say that I am not looking forward to tromping through the cold and snow tonight. Here is my prediction: my son will last about one block, and my daughter will be complaining within five minutes. But, dammit, it's Halloween, and there is free chocolate to be had. If I spend forty or fifty minutes painting my daughter's face, she will be going door-to-door, even if Hurricane Sandy sends a tidal wave our way. There will be no excuses.
Tomorrow is Blessing Thursday. I hope to be able to post a picture of my kids' Halloween bounty, and my percentage of their Halloween bounty. I'm a little picky, however. I don't like Smarties or Tootsie Rolls or Mary Janes. No. I always felt a little ripped off when I ended up on Halloween with that ilk of candy when I was a kid.
No, no. The Bank of Saint Marty only accepts chocolate blessings as payment. Milk chocolate and caramel and nougat. Without nuts, preferably. Coconut, absolutely forbidden.