Public enemy #1


It's that time of year.
Our old friend, Mr. Pumpkin, comes out of his 11-month hiatus on the top shelf in our copy room and brings forth a bounty of sugary goodness.

During the entire month of October, my boss fills this plastic, grinning, hollowed out pumpkinhead with various goodies to please all the ghouls and boys around the office.

Because we're all whiny bitches, we've been asking for Mr. Pumpkin to make an early appearance -- but today was actually his debut for 2006. Current booty: Snickers, Butterfingers, Peanut M&Ms, and Twizzlers. I've had two Twizzlers already, and the day is young.

I'll have trouble fitting into my clothes by month's end. When it comes to candy, I have absolutely no control over myself. I know it's bad for me, and yet if it's there, I'll eat it. You should see my desk drawer after we visit the candy store nearby. It's a sickness. A sweet, sweet sickness.

Come to mama.