Thank the Lord it’s November. That means that the worst of all holidays is over.
I loathe Halloween.
All year long we teach children that you should never take candy from strangers, yet one night every year, we throw that rule out the window and encourage them to walk around unsupervised ASKING for candy from strangers. It doesn’t teach kids anything and dentists’ offices across the country are filled with requests to fill cavities on this sugar-filled holiday.
Alli and I are pretty lame (by society’s standards) when it comes to this holiday. We never buy candy. We shut off our lights. Or we leave. The first year we were in our house, we bought candy and waited anxiously to give it out.
We had TWO trick-or-treaters. TWO.
So we ended up eating all the Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups we had bought and watched TV. Those Peanut Butter Cups went straight to my gut and I don’t know if it has ever recovered.
These days, we don’t buy candy anymore. Some call us ‘Scrooge’, we don’t really care. We won’t apologize for our disdain for this manufactured “holiday” and you won’t see us celebrating it anytime soon.
What amazed me was this: I went to CVS Pharmacy to pick up some medicine for Alli and they were putting out the Christmas stuff. That’s just nuts.
But at least the crappy orange and black stuff is being put away.