His blood was boiling –
red in the face and angry.
Who stole my candy?!
*Simmering photo by FlyTrapMan (Click here to visit his blog). ❤
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His blood was boiling –
red in the face and angry.
Who stole my candy?!
*Simmering photo by FlyTrapMan (Click here to visit his blog). ❤
Poet Rummager 
Very cute!
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Happy you thought so! Thanks Trae darling. 👻🎃🌜
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Good one
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Thank you very much! 🎃😃👻
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You’re welcome. Love the emoticons of halloween. Are those a download
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They’re from my iPhone. They are cute, huh?
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Yes they are,
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Nice one Rose. 🍭
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So you’re the one who took the candy! Lol. Thanks Alan 🙂
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Bloody anger 🙂
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Haha! So right, Francis. 😀
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D:
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No one can possibly understand the frustrations I experienced while trying to photograph those bubbles — your words made the experience well worth it!
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i thought my bubble had burst today, but I was wrong😊 Thanks Fly🎃💖
What made it so frustrating?
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The bubbles kept popping or floating toward the top of the bottle! I still have bad dreams about that day.
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That does sound traumatic! I’m sorry about your bad dreams😢 Maybe get a teddy bear?🐻
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I had about ten dream catchers simultaneously hung beside my bed, but none of them worked. I wonder if they became clogged and useless — kind of like a dirty filter.
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The Ojibwe tribe believed”Only good dreams would be allowed to filter through… Bad dreams would stay in the net, disappearing with the light of day…”
Maybe your room is too dark during the day for the light to properly reach the catchers and make them disappear? Wow, no wonder you’re still having bad dreams — they’re trapped in the net! Yikes!!
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My room is pretty dark! That must be it! I shall open the curtains more often.
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This was a ritual in my family as my parents went through my Halloween candy removing candy they deemed possibly unsafe to eat. It was at the ripe old age of 5 that my bargaining and negotiation skills first began to develop.
I love the simplicity of the poem and the pictures I can conjure up of raw emotions children are willing to display. I’m certain I was one of them!
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My mom did the same thing with our candies😃
The poem actually was written with my oldest brother in mind. I used to steal his candies. 😝
Thanks for going down memory lane with me, Dr. J. and also for your wonderful words😘
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After doing the trick-or-treat thing as a kid, I ate a little of the candy and stashed most of it for later days, 2B eaten a little at a time. Really. My mother would soon find and throw out the stash, claiming that it was spoiling. But how many self-respecting microbes would eat the crud in store-bought candy?
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That’s sad! Your mom knew how to save your teeth, though 😀
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Ah….childhood memories.
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