**Yes, I am well aware that I totally failed at the October writing challenge.
***Yes, I plan to try again in November.
****And YES, I hope you all will read my drivel.
Now back to our regularly scheduled nonsense.
We are soooo excited to take Ethan out trick-or-treating this year! Granted, he still isn’t walking, but we can push him around in the stroller and let him stick his little bag out and drool sweetly for some extra goodies. My day job is having a Halloween party on the Friday before where the kids can get candy from the Administrative offices. Then on the day of, there is a trunk-or-treat for a couple of hours. We will probably acquire enough candy to feed a whole fat camp. Our street has zero lights, which means we get zero trick-or-treaters. Which means any candy Ethan acquires is totally just for us.
The problem is, we aren’t going to allow Ethan to eat all that candy.
He’s 16 months old!
Sleeps through the night! (Shit, I hope I didn’t just jinx myself.) He doesn’t need that sugar high, I do!
However, do you realize how many CARBS are in candy? I have to be a bridesmaid TWO weeks after Halloween. I gotta fit into that dress or the bride will string me up by my toenails.
I could bring it all back to work and pray other people eat it before I ram it all down my face hole. Maybe Tim’s coworkers would enjoy it.
I don’t have to give it ALL away. I could keep a little. After all, I will be turning 37 two days later. I deserve some of that candy.
Oh who am I kidding.
I’m gonna eat every single fucking piece and sleep in a bed of wrappers.
I’ve heard of using leftover Halloween candy to make baked desserts. Maybe you can recycle your candy and “thank” your co-workers for all the treats they gave Ethan, if you’re feeling Martha-ish. They would not have to know, of course. Personally, I wouldn’t go through the time, trouble, and ingredients (um, expense) to dirty up my kitchen, but it’s an option nonetheless.