Usually, my family is pretty good at estimating just how much candy is needed for Halloween. There is a huge amount of kids in the area, so the door was pretty busy. This year though, I think my parents over-estimated what they needed. As a result, there’s a rather large surplus of chocolate in the house. I’m really on the fence about that fact.
I don’t usually buy chocolate–mostly because I have a history of breaking out after certain amount of it. Dark chocolate isn’t so bad, what’s left over in the house certainly isn’t dark. So, we now have a canister of these mini-chocolate bars in the house. It keeps beckoning me like a siren song luring sailors to certain doom. I’ve been grabbing one now and then–I can’t help it. So far, I haven’t had any bad reactions, but I’m still a bit concerned. It’s like, because it’s “forbidden” on my own accord, it’s only making eating them seem a whole lot more pleasurable. Crazy stuff. I know we’re not going to throw that canister out, so really, it’s got to run out somehow, you know? The really bad, but practical thing to say would be: “someone has got to eat them!” Oh, torn torn torn.
Damn you, Halloween chocolate!
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