I made a post on Facebook a few days back about my weird and wonderful fetish for Candy Corn. It was a running joke that helped us all through the hurricane.
I don’t know why Candy Corn has that power. It just does.
Well here we are days later, Halloween has passed, and the hurricane is gone.
And in the past two days I have received not 1, not 2, not 3, but 10….TEN….count them! TEN – 1 pound bags of Candy Corn from friends. Some came in school parking lots. Some came during Halloween parties. The funniest deliveries were left anonymously on my front door step.
The Candy Corn went from being a humorous coping mechanism during a time of stress to a universal sign of love and friendship.
Sure, I might go all Paula Deen on ya’ll and become Diabetic, but in the face of humanity, what’s a renal system or two?
So to those who gave so selflessly, I THANK YOU.
….and I don’t ever want another piece of candy corn for as long as I live.
Love,
Mama
Mama Boe 
You lie! Come NEXT Halloween season, you’ll be pulling the last 3 or 4 of those bags outta’ the closet – ‘cuz they’ll still be “good” (as in not spoiled) & you’ll be all happily munching again…!