Happy Halloween, I suppose. The fact that it falls on a Monday kinda takes the fun factor out of the equation, unless, of course, you have a child and will get to go around your neighborhood collecting candy.
I remember being so excited to collect my booty and then trade the valuable treasures with my brothers. I was willing to part with Three Musketeers, Milky Ways and Twizzlers for the prized Reece’s Cups. And for some reason my mom credited the dentist with, we had to finish all our candy within three days, or else it was thrown away.
Perhaps that’s the reason chocolate doesn’t hang around too long at my house.
Have fun, be safe, and if you’re over 21, you can come trick-or-treat at my house. I’ll pour you some bourbon.