Let the record show that there's a whole bag of mini-Twix sitting in the Trick-or-Treat cauldron and I. have. not. had. one.
It is taking great, huge, heaving, overwhelming, breathtaking amounts of self-control to not rip into that bag and roll in it's chocolatey, crispy, caramely goodness.
Oh. The agony.
Yes, I have a Twix issue.
I'd better start thinking of something else quickly. Suggestions?