Fun size candy bars ain't so fun when you eat 5 dozen.
The boys brought home enough chocolate to fill the Ark from Saturday’s Trunk of Treats at church. Sunday, about the 2nd quarter of the Cowboys game I looked at over at the couch end table and couldn’t believe the mountain of wrappers I made. (It's official, I have a uterus.)
You know the drill…. You start with a 3 musketeer; it’s smooth, light and basically a free space in the bingo game of life. Well, you gotta have Snickers with a bit of salty sweetness after that. But, hey that’s a little too nutty. A Twix can fix the situation – oh mama Twix are good. But that crunch requires a follow up from something velvety…like a Milky Way. Then your brain asks, “Is a Milky Way as smooth at the 3 Musketeer?” AND WE'RE BACK!
I’m glad no one hands out Halloween Sloppy Joes – I’d be in a heap of trouble.
-Ben
5 comments:
I love sloppy joes.
you're a funny guy ben-i don't get the uterus thing, but you're a funny guy :)
Maegan, next time I will invite you guys for manwich night. (Not one of my favs)
Jill, I think he means uterus because all women love chocolate, it isn't typically a man thing, I guess. Kind of accompanies PMS.
uterus - lol! Does that mean your stomach is now large enough to hold a baby in it?! yep those little ones in my opinion can be waaaay more dangerous than the big ones!
I've been so good and not bought any Halloween candy at all. You may have just pushed me over the top with that descriptive post. I'll blame all this baby weight on you Ben Bailey!
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