Chocolatey goodness

Every year, around the same time, I make my trek to Wal-Mart to perform a series of duties that require my full attention. It’s sets the stage for the next six months of my life, and is an incredibly important event.

I’m talking about buying Hallowe’en chocolates.

Since I didn’t care for dressing up every year on October 31st, my parents would buy me a bag of mixed candies/chocolates, and let me stay home. It didn’t require them worrying about my whereabouts, and I was safe. Also, I didn’t have to walk around in the cold (remember, this was before global warming), and I got the best stash without having to exert myself in any way.

Now, I make my pilgrimage to the big box store to stack up on what will become a daily dailliance: eating chocolate.

If I don’t get enough of it, it won’t last until Christmas. If I do, then the Christmas chocolate will last until the beginning of the year when I get Valentine’s Day hearts. When that stash is finished, there comes Easter and the gamut of chocolate eggs.

Of course, I’ll need a respite from all of that for the other six months of the year when I’ll be burning off the 15 pounds I would’ve gained after eating chocolate for the previous six.

Anyone want a piece?