a big fat fattie that's what.
i can't stop eating halloween candy.
or rather, my two year old is making it really hard for me to just enjoy a casual piece of candy without having to hear her squeal 'CHOCO PEAS!!!' incessantly so i end up binging as soon as her little head hits the pillow every night.
i might need an intervention, but not the weird kind where people just write letters and read them and cry and make ugly snot faces.
i want the kind of intervention where i get to bathe in enormous mounds of candy and oompa loompas come and sing to me about getting a bellyache and then i wake up the next day and i don't want candy anymore and i'm magically skinny again.
or would that be hypnosis? whatever, make it happen. i love oompas.
on another note, i'm thinking about bringing my monster to a pending craigslist exchange. i can't decide if that makes me a) super paranoid, no one is going to rob me for $50 over a used carseat, or b) wise and well-prepared, internet people are weird.
if nothing else, giving monster a chance to think he's protecting me by barking really loudly at a stranger might just make him feel a little better. he's been having some anxiety about the upcoming move which has manifested in a strange habit of chewing the fur off of his hips.
my poor smelly mutt, maybe i should give him some candy too....