I cannot throw away chocolate that was acquired through Trick or Treating. Even though it's making me slightly ill. That and a lack of running (because of my so-called "walking pneumonia") make for slightly tighter pants. And an unhappy me.
We're watching the horrid election coverage, which I don't want to watch. The last two presidential elections, I would be up on and off all night long turning on the news. Ugh. I didn't even want to turn it on this year at all. That was met with the "uh, well I'm going to watch it" response from my husband and now I'm sucked in. Sucked in, I tell you! I have that nervous, sick feeling in my stomach and I'm reading a Benadryll (or two) in the near future.
Because I have too much chocolate and Trick or Treat candy in my house, I made a made-up recipe for caramel corn. How hard can it be? Harder than I thought. No fears though; I did eat way more than I should have, even though I prefer the peanut butter popcorn better (for each bag of popped corn, boil 1/3 cup Karo syrup, 1/3 cup peanut butter, and 1/3 cup sugar with a little bit of milk... Stir together with popped corn and make yourself sick).
Laundry to be folded. Laundry to be put away. More laundry to wash. Always.
Especially if you have a slight tendency to want all the dirty laundry to be clean in the house. All the time. Like me.
Work has been crazy the past two days. Let me share my hypothesis... Trick or Treating last Thursday... more candy acquired by teachers and others on Friday... children ate candy hand over fist all weekend... parents (who are relieved that their hyper/over-sugared children are going to school) pack candy bars for their snacks... teachers regret their candy gifts on Friday (they were supposed to eat ALL of it this weekend)... children sprout wings and bounce off the wall all day yesterday and today... my guess? Tomorrow, too.
Ugh. More election doom and gloom. I think I'll take that Benadryll now.
And maybe a Pepto.