The lonely pear

I tried to do my part for the overall health of our nation. Really. But I failed.

blogOct290005_mpJust before Thursday’s annual newsroom trick-or-treat party for the kids of co-workers I placed a very nice pear amid my bucket of Reece’s sticks. It was something like one piece of healthy, home-grown fruit and about 50 sticks of chocolate and peanut butter.

When the party was over I had one piece of fruit and five pieces of candy. At least most of the kids recognized it as some kind of fruit and many knew it was a pear.

I ate it on my way home. The kids didn’t know what they were missing.

By that late in the day I was tired of candy, anyway.