10/31/2003 12:14:59 PM|||Amy|||A nice lady from a nearby hotel brought me some candy. Problematically, I am just now starting to ease myself off the intense sugar binge I've been on since Winston's birth. It is self-sabotage that I am finally able to begin managing my addiction on a holiday that has a centerpiece made of candy.

Tonight we are taking the kids to a big Halloween festival. If this city in which I live is the Buckle of the Baptist Bible Belt, then the church where this festival will be held is the Needle that keeps the Buckle closed - thus preventing our metaphorical pants from falling to our knees and showing our Ass.

After our children (there are four families going) have melted into little exhausted globs of baby sweat, we are all going to troop over to a restaurant for dinner, the kind of restaurant where you can get a damn good margarita to fight off the heat of this unseasonably warm Halloween. My personal, private - therefore, secret - plan is to have one (or more) of those frozen lovelies, not let Husband drink anything more than high octane Mountain Dew, and then make him drive home and put all fifty of our kids to bed on his own. (queue giddy, hysterical giggles)|||106762469274519411|||Candy is Dandy