The Goblin Bag is for Mallo Cups

It’s time for trick-or-treat again!  Nights filled with costume-clad little ones, chocolate-induced sugar highs, and, naturally, anal retentive behavior. 

My Mom was just reminding me tonight how, when I was little, I used to come home from trick-or-treating, set up shop on the living room floor, dump out all my candy, and SEPARATE IT INTO PILES SORTED BY CANDY TYPE.

Dudes.  This problem is bigger than I thought.

I totally remember doing it, too.  Milky Ways in one pile, Sweet Tarts in another, a pile of Powerhouse bars to give to my Dad (do they even make those anymore?  I don’t remember what those had in them…it must’ve been filled with nuts, though, for me to have had such an aversion to them), Mounds bars to give to my sister, Reese’s peanut butter cups to give to my Mom, etc. etc.  I mean, how hilarious is that?  I can completely remember putting all of it back in my bag, too, after the organizational process (p.s., where the hell were you on the Excel thing in 1985, Microsoft?!?).  I tried to keep everything with its little candy family and even put different bags within my trick-or-treat bag in order to keep the organization in tact.

Awesome.

If I hadn’t been so busy stuffing my face full of $100 Grand bars, I probably would have been creating a list to cross reference against the previous year’s candy…and creating a chart showing the correlation of type of candy collected to type of costume worn.

I’m kidding.

Kind of.