Sugar High

                      

Here is Nick after a hearty night of Trick Or Treating with Daddy.

                                 

Nicholas was a chicken!  I bought this costume a few years ago...  It ain't going to fit next year!

This year husband took the chicken out for trick or treating, and I stayed home and passed out candy.  For some reason, I don't think there were as many trick or treaters as there was last year.  As for the Avon baggies, I did pass some out, but only gave them to the moms that came to the door.  You can imagine my delight when I opened the door and saw two older women standing there-one was dressed as a chicken and the other a cat.  It was pretty funny.  They seemed happy with the Avon bags. 

I did have quite a few left over.  I took them all to work and placed them in the county building across the street.  Each bag has candy in it, tied with yellow and orange bows.  I saw a few people looking at those bags when crossing the street, and I do not lie that I was quite tempted to give some to some very hungry looking men waiting for court..  But..my phone number is on the brochures-not a good idea to give those out to just anybody.  (If you know what I mean..)  I did leave them in the cafeteria and in various bathrooms in the building.  Reading material for the bathroom, and a chocolate treat to go with it..  Who could ask for more?  HA HA HA..

Well, some of you have been inquiring about the receptionist.  Well.. She has been here the last 3 days-believe it or not.  She was "spoken" to (at last)..and things are getting quite "serious".  It's either, no show, or "bye bye".  We shall see how long this lasts. 

I don't know what is in the air, but there are a lot of strange people calling me this week at work.  Some of it isn't even work related.  May be the fact that Day Light Savings Time is late this year, and the hour change has gotten people stranger than usual...or may be it was the earthquake that we recently had that has gotten people on edge.  I don't know..  I just know that I've gotten some very strange people calling me.  I could tell you about it, but--well, I can't in detail.  All I can tell you is the neon sign over my head reading: "Dear Abby" is flashing above my head again.  Strangers are calling me seeking advice.  Why, God, why?!  All these people are crazy!  My boss lady thinks I'm in the wrong profession.  I should have chosen the field of psychology or psychic advisor. 

May be it's just the sugar that is everywhere.  People are consuming masses and masses of mini sized candies all week.  I've been seeing old discarded wrappers everywhere; in the hallways, in the reception area, on the street, sidewalks, around the county building...  And now, thanks to me, in the women's bathrooms...  Perhaps that is why I'm getting so many weird calls.  My number is out there, with chocolate!  What have I done?!

  I have yet to get an order though.  Pooey.