On my desk is a bag of Halloween candy orphaned by my daughter (who trick-or-treated as Laura Ingalls, by the way). It’s nice having a kid who’s not much of a chocolate fan.
In that bag are a couple boxes of Milk Duds — make that were a couple boxes of Milk Duds. A co-worker and I got to talking, and I mentioned that as a kid, I’d put a couple Milk Duds in my mouth, chew them up a bit, then spit pretend tobacco juice as I played cowboy. He said he did the same thing.
Growing up in the 70s, I was probably the only kid who’d pretend they were William S. Hart.
Next year, she’ll be going as Beverly Garland in GUNSLINGER!
That’s so cool that it’s beyond cool. We’ll have to come up with another word.
That Disney stationery looks verrrry familiar somehow (big grin). Great photo, love the story!
Best wishes,
Laura