Ring my doorbell, and you get LUNA bars for Halloween. The fudge-graham bars taste like heaven. If heaven tastes like a dirt pile, that is.
Hey there! It’s National Blog Posting Month. No foolin. So I’m starting my new blog today. Hope you pop in from time to time to see what’s up + forward the site to others who might be interested. When I blogged a few years back, I had a reader base that swelled up to six people (Michele, Heather, Laurie, Maura, Debbie, and some coworker of Debbie’s I’ve never met–rock on, random coworker!). I’m hoping to up the ante a bit this go around …
So, about last night … My plan was to get home about 8:15, dart into the house, change clothes, and skedaddle to the gym. I parked out front around 8:15 and was followed to the front stoop by a swarm of children.
Kids: Trick or treat!
C: I’m not home.
Boy kid: Are you sure?
C: Yes. [C proceeds to unlock the door and enter.]
Kids: Trick or treat!
C: You’re still here? Really?
Kids: Trick or treat!
C: Maybe my roommate bought some candy or something. Nope. Don’t see a thing.
Kids: Trick or treat!
C: Jesus Christ. Hold on. [C darts to the kitchen and quickly returns.] Okay, I’ve got Zone bars and LUNA bars. What’s your poison?
[silence ensues]
C: Zone bars or LUNA bars? Take your pick.
Girl kid: What flavor LUNA bar?
C: Cherry and apple. [C scrounges through the box.] Scratch that. Apple.
Girl kid: I’ll take it.
Other kids: Trick or treat!
C: Diehards, eh? Okie doke. Zone bar for you, Luna bar for you, Zone bar for you, …
Boy kid: Are they like granola bars?
C: You wish.
[collective groan]
Boy kid: [holds up his LUNA bar] Fudge graham flavor sounds good.
C: I know, right? But, oh God, it’s terrible. Really bad.
New group of kids: Trick or treat!
C: I’M NOT HOME!
New group of kids: Trick or treat!
C: Fine. I’ve got Zone bars and Luna bars. And cans of soup.
Girl kid: LUNA bars for Halloween?
Boy kid: What kind of soup?
C: You’re killing me.