‘Tis the season of the Fun Size bar. Here we are, just a few days removed from Halloween, and I don’t know if my kids are even going to trick-or-treat this year. The oldest is going to a party being put on for high schoolers by the Gay-Straight Alliance or something. I should find out more about that, right? The other two may go trick-or-treating with friends, but I’m not committed either way. My niece and nephew are at that age where trick-or-treating SOUNDS like fun, and they are super cute in their costumes, but they go like four houses and break down in screaming tantrums on random lawns and get exhausted by having to walk around wearing a full body suit of some adorable variety. So I kind of doubt that they will do more than a few quick houses and then off to home for baths and bed.
This means I’m going to have to buy my own Almond Joy bars this year, most likely, and I’m pleased to say that I’ve successfully already polished off all of the ones that came in the big multi-pack that I bought to prepare for the four trick-or-treaters we get every year. I’m secretly hoping I’ll burn myself out on them by concentrating my consumption before the holiday. It might be working. I tried this tactic a few years ago with Butterfingers, and now they just don’t tempt me, but mostly because I don’t like to scrape them out of my molars. I’m not going to turn one down if you insist.