Another Halloween in the books.

The Dino Wrangler.

The Candy Doctor.

The dinosaur really wanted the doctor’s stethoscope, resulting in many minutes of tears. Then the doctor lost his scrub cap and was deeply disturbed. (Perhaps he will not be allowed to scrub in on today’s cool surgery because he can’t keep up with his personal belongings?) Then we waved a Reese’s pumpkin in front of him and the memory of his scrub cap was permanently erased.

Crises mitigated, and we can call Halloween 2011 a reasonably successful venture. Now we face the aftermath: the candy. It’s hard to resist all that high fructose corn syrupy deliciousness, so here are a few thoughts on candy consumption management.

In An Ideal World

My favorite Skinnygirl recommends keeping a few pieces of your favorites in the freezer. They take longer to eat, so you enjoy each piece more and eat less.

In My World

Favorite candy is nestled in the freezer, resting ironically on bags of organic vegetables. Twelve hours later, a dentist is necessary after breaking a tooth on frozen candy. Frozen candy is hard; thawing is tedious. Note to self: this is not a reasonable option for simpletons who need instant gratification.

Caution: Thaw Before Eating.

Ideal World

Take all the leftover candy, put it in a Target bag and tie it shut. Put the bag in the garage with a note on it, asking your husband to take it to the office. (What the hell, neighborhood kids? Did the school night throw you off your game? Even with those three boys who charged the door, pushed me backward, and lurched at the candy like wee crack heads looking at a bowl full of free pipes, we had a lot of leftover candy.)

My World

Husband forgets to take the candy with him, citing important meetings and a lot of work-related stuff on his mind. Whatever.ย Spend the rest of the day making up reasons to go to the garage. Discover that the Target bag is “defective” and has “hole” in it. Look at that, a fun-sized Snickers bar just “fell” out of the bag. Weird.

The Mysterious Case of the Hole in the Bag. A Scooby-Doo episode in the making.

Ideal World

Realize that you are a grown ass woman, in charge of your decisions and in complete control of your cravings.

My World

Sure, that’ll happen.

I wonder…

:: If you have control over the candy, rather than vice versa, I don’t want to hear about it. You are freakishly strong and mature. Move along. (Nope, not a question. I’m aware.)

:: What do you do with all the candy? We let the kids have a piece or two a day for a couple days, and then they begin to forget all about it. Eventually I throw it all out. It helps that I managed to convince H that candy goes bad after a few days. Just wait until he finds out the stuff is packed with preservatives and contains not one bit of actual food, allowing it to last through the apocalypse. Boy am I going to be in trouble.

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