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I know! It's not Halloween. If you know me, you're not surprised that I posted this picture. Not because I love Halloween (it is my least favorite holiday as a mom) but because my brain and thought process is all over the place!

Blake and I were chatting about how everyone has their own "hang ups." Blake's is hair. He hates it. A clump of hair will make him freak out. No joke. Which is why God sent him 3 daughters and a wife, so he would get over cleaning out the tub drain. My "hang up" is drinks. I won't share. If Blake or one of my kids drinks out of my cup, I am done. I also blame it on having to share 2 drinks between 4 kids growing up. 

Somehow that led to Halloween growing up. I am the oldest sister out of 3 girls. You remember them from my Viener Viener post, first best friends, perfected the hair pull. Every Halloween, we would empty our bag and dig through our candy. My sister, Alicia would want my mother to take the candy to the local hospital to have the candy X-rayed. She had heard horror stories of evil people putting razor blades and needles in candy to hurt kids. She wanted to make sure no one put anything in her candy.

My sister, Sara would carefully go through her candy and pick out any suspicious piece to throw away.

But me, I had a whole different method. I would quickly scan my candy for anything my mom would find and throw out. I would put it in a pile and eat it as fast as I could before she would find it and take it away. 

 

Even if it's not my favorite holiday, I still love the memories I have from it! 

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