Tuesday, November 03, 2009

Shhhhh don't tell the kids

I ate five of their Halloween candies this afternoon.

I had to. Really.


After the near-instant gratification of quilting ten minis, this large table cloth feels like it will never end. I am not above bribing myself.

Besides, the Reese's were totally calling my name.

7 comments:

Audrie said...

I ate a handful of leftover candy... you don't tell my husband, I won't tell your kids :D

Anonymous said...

Hehehe;)

Life of Joy said...

Isn't that one of the reasons we have children? I redid the binding on my mini. It turned out great. I also figured out what I did wrong.

Kristine Hanson said...

ha! I just ate a Reese's, bit o honey, butterfinger and twizzlers! :)

CitricSugar said...

Reese's will do that. They're shifty and corruptive.

At Hallowe'en, we always had to pay a "candy tax" to Dad. It was easier to pay when the candies were varied and there was more of a chance of things we didn't like -black licorice and unidentifiable nougats. Then everybody switched to giving out chocolate and the whole strategy fell to pieces. :-) In my thirties now and I still save him all the black jujubes...

Julie @ Jaybird Quilts said...

resses?? they call my name too. i even dressed up as one this year.. don't ask.

Leslie said...

i just figure with all the candy they got mine won't notice that there are a few missing...you deserved it