Day 4: The 4th

I voted. Did you?



Thus ends my discussion of the election.
.....

Ah, November, my last chance to get in shape before I bloat with holiday goodness. Too late. I'm already bloated with Halloween goodies. How am I supposed to resist when Grace's pumpkin bucket o' candy stares at me all day long. It taunts me.

"Oh, Ellen, yummy goodness here. Don't you want one?"

"No. I don't. I have already sampled your wares. I'm done with you."

"Just one little candy bar?"

"No, I tell you, stop looking at me with those seductive eyes."

"How about one peanut butter cup? I know how much you love them. Just one. It won't hurt."

"Damn you."

"I only do this because I'm concerned for your happiness."

"No, you're not. You're concerned with my expanding waistband. Curse you, terrible pumpkin."

"Ellen, let's not be angry. This is the only way I can show my love."

"So you love me?"

"Of course, I do. It's just one piece, and I can tell that you're crashing from your last sugar high."

"Well, I haven't eaten a piece of candy in at least thirty minutes. Maybe just one peanut butter cup."

"There, there, don't you feel better."

Lips smacking, chocolate drooling down her chin. Eyes roll up into her head, and she enters a sugar coma.