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The Joys of Fall and Eating Dinner

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When I was just a little tike, I learned a song about Halloween.  The lyrics went something like this:

Jack-O-Lantern, Jack-O-Lantern,
You are such a pretty sight,
As you sit there in the window,
Looking out on the night!

You were once a yellow pumpkin,
Growing on a sturdy vine.
Now you are a Jack-O-Lantern,
See the candlelight shine!

I know it isn't exactly Hemingway (thank goodness), but poor Habibi found me singing it to myself in the bathroom this morning as I was getting ready for the day.  (Oh, shut up.)  For your enjoyment (obviously) I've included the inspiration for my morning concert below:

WE GOT TO CARVE OUR PUMPKIN LAST NIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!




I love Halloween.  Every year around this time I start to get the jitters as though something terribly exciting and adventurous is about to happen.  I love the crunch of fall leaves, crispy mornings, eerie evenings and smoky nights.  Spooky stories, haunted houses, the smell of a campfire and a trip to the pumpkin patch are all things I eagerly await as summer draws to a close.  Even the trick-or-treaters usually just charm the socks right off of me.  (I especially love my parents' neighbor kids whom I've known since birth.  Cutest rugrats you'll ever meet.)  

Yet despite all of these seasonal delights, perhaps the thing that entices me the most is all the damn candy corn I consume.  Of course, I must bring us back to food.

Awwwww SNAP!!!!!

IT'S DINNER TIME!  (Yes, I'm yelling that.)
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  1. StacieOctober 12, 2011 at 8:26 PM

    I LOVE CANDY CORN. I have actually considered going to some sort of detox/rehab. It's gotten really bad.

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  2. AnonymousOctober 13, 2011 at 8:41 AM

    Stacie, I'm through my second bag. It's not even October 15. I have a problem too. :)

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  3. AnouchkaOctober 15, 2011 at 12:46 PM

    I love my in-laws so much, but I think they hate me. We arrived in Habibi's hometown yesterday to a HUGE bag of deliciously salted peanuts, candy corn and M&M's. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! I'm in heaven/hell!

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