What do you get when you gobble down sweets?

Augustus Gloop was the luckiest kid, EVER! He was, of course, the German boy who won the golden ticket (along with Violet Beauregard, Mike Teevee, Veruca Salt, and Charlie Bucket) that gained him entrance into Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory. The reason why he was so darned lucky, you ask, is because he got to drink, nay, bathe in a river of chocolate. One could be so blessed. This evening, Micki, the kids and I went to a friend's house for a Chocolate Fountain Party. Strawberries, Pineapple, Coconut-covered marshmallows, Schnozberries, Pretzels, Oreo Oops, and more. We took decadent to a whole new level. I took out my pocket blood-sugar meter and my meter read "758". I think that may be high, but I'm not sure. My blood type changed from A-positive to Marzipan. Washed it all down with Diet Mountain Dew from Buffalo Rock. Delicious. I'm glad Christmas season only lasts for 35 days or so, otherwise I'd blow up like a Macy's Parade float. But this is what the season is about. Getting together with friends, eating good food (never such a thing as BAD chocolate....well, maybe the bittersweet cooking chocolate, but only when you eat it before using it in a recipe) and talking about life and such. And we're going to do it again for New Years. Maybe we'll have a deep fryer there; I haven't had a deep fried Twinkie or Hot Dog or Snickers bar. A man can dream.I'll dream of funnel cakes with sprinkled sugar on top (looking like snow we aren't getting, still!) instead.

Torrey and the other teens walked around Stonebrook Village and took pics of the decorated houses with their cameras. She took a few pictures of the houses and tons of the other teens. Figures. She took so many pix that my battery died. But they had fun and no one got lost (on a circle, it could happen), so no search parties were launched. Saturday we go to another party. Better wear my Sansabelt slacks and a beach shirt!