I love Halloween and I love candy corn. I snatch up a bag (or two) as soon as I see them make their debut, which seems to get earlier and earlier each year. Then I anxiously await for the day after Halloween when I can
Have a Ball with Ice Cream
The ice cream truck in our neighborhood seemed to be talking directly to me for it played the same song from my dancing ballerina jewelry box, the song that my ears were so well tuned to. (If I were a