We all know how Halloween was ruined for everyone by one psycho who put a razor-blade in an apple. Because of that hateful wanker, you have to either get your munchkin’s candy x-rayed or make sure you examine it all very closely. (Eating half of your kid’s goodies is also an effective Halloween safety measure. It lowers the odds of the child eating the bad candy by 50%. I do this to Charlotte every year. It’s for her own good.)
My comments section is sort of like that. I still want the treats. It’s the tricks I don’t like.
Michael was on the case today, and he shares here how he set me up.
It’s not a big deal, really. If you want to share a thought here, you now have to type in the three letter word that is obnoxiously visible in my comment section. You can’t miss it. You may try to look away, but you won’t be able to. Did I mention that you can’t miss it?
In all likelihood my spammer is not dropping by to see me personally, so this should work until he takes a more hands on approach to being a buttsmurf.
a tidy little trick there. Very impressive. (uh, now where was I), oh yeah, halloween candy. I have, over the last fourteen years, convinced my sons that the good chocolate candies (Snickers, Milky Way, etc.) are the most succeptable to poisons and razor blades. It’s a shame that they’re now almost too old to trick-or-treat. I’ll have to actually BUY my candy now.
Smart girl. 🙂 Charlotte doesn’t even like chocolate, so I’ve never actually had to wrestle a Snicker’s bar from her little hands. But, hey, I would if I had to.
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