I just want to bitch for a moment that there were no 100 Grand bars nor Baby Ruths in Minime’s trick or treating loot Friday night. What the hell is this world coming to? Nevermind that I had to steal Hot Tamales from a kid that wasn’t even my own…but not even one measly snack pack of M&Ms either! Lots and lots of pixie sticks and gum and jawbreakers (Minime and two of her friends all lost teeth on Halloween night thanks to those jawbreakers) but we were distinctly lacking in chocolate, Hot Tamales, Sour Patch Kids and Swedish Fish. I’m pretty pissed about this. (OK, yes, I know, I’m 35 and can drive myself to Ingle’s or wherever and buy a jumbo bag of Sour Patch Kids any day of the year but it’s just not the flippin’ same as digging through the trick or treat candy and hitting the jackpot, it’s just not the same, pfffffffffffft)