Candy Talk...and a Mini Sermon

For crying out loud, if you don't do ANYTHING else today...if you don't have time to shower, eat lunch or paint your toenails, find the time to GET OUT AND VOTE! I have friends that are overseas who represent the very organizations that bring you the freedom to vote and then gripe when your guy doesn't get elected.

I subscribe to a very basic principle: Vote and then you can whine all you want. Don't vote? Then SHUT UP.

On to the blog..........

I had a Baby Ruth candy bar for the first time yesterday. (Read: All the other Halloween Candy I like is gone and now I am bottom feeding on the stuff I don't really like.)

I have always skipped over them, feeling that the ratio of peanuts to yummy goodness was too high on the peanut side. If I want peanuts, I will ingest them in their more pure form: Skippy Creamy Peanut Butter.

While dredging the basket of candy and squinting from the rays of brilliant light streaming down from heaven in the glory of our amazing haul, I saw the shiny silver wrapper. A 3 Musketeers Bar? No. (Drat!) Hmmmm, I thought Baby Ruth bars were white? Oh well, I was sitting on the comfy couch, watching 90210 (and loving every minute now that Janet and Steve are together) and I decide to branch out my candy tastes.

Delicious Baby Ruth--where have you been all of my life?