December is here and I still have Halloween candy. I can’t get myself to part from the loot my children collected in October.
Of course, it is no longer their loot. It’s mine. I hid the bucket in an undisclosed location. Yesterday, I almost got caught eating a Kit Kat. My daughter walked into the bedroom and asked, “What are you doing, mom?”
“Oh nothing,” I said. “Just trying to find a scarf.” Huddled over in my closet, I quickly chewed the last bit of crisp wafer. The evidence was gone. Except for the empty Kit Kat wrapper on the floor. Fortunately, Lolli didn’t notice.
All this leftover candy is making me crazy. Nonsensical.
I just can’t get the nerve to physically dump the Halloween candy in the trash. Even though the candy is nearly sixty days old. I feel like it’s a waste to throw perfectly good chocolate away.
Let me back up for a minute. What I meant to say was, I cannot, will NOT, throw out a single Kit Kat bar. Unless, of course, there is mold on one of the bars. In which case, I might eat around it.
Kit Kat bars are my favorite Halloween candy. Shoot, they are my favorite candy no matter what the occasion. These chocolate wafers make other candy bars seem insignificant. Although I gotta admit, Resees Peanut Butter Cups are a close second.
The point is, there is a pumpkin pail perched in my closet, filled with an amazing assortment of Halloween candy. And I am struggling to get rid of it. Especially the 26 uneaten Kit Kat bars. Yes, I counted each one of them.
So, there you have it. The reason I cannot pitch the Halloween candy. Those gosh darn Kit Kats.
Please help. I need to know when the rest of you throw out Halloween candy. Or, do you still have a secret stash?
* I should let you in on another secret. I have the tendency to create terms of endearment for things/people that I love. So, in the event I address you as “Kit Kats” in the future, please know it’s only because I associate you with sweet goodness. That, and I really, really, really, like you. A lot.