Save Me From Myself
Don’t bother looking for fun-sized 100 Grand bars. I’ve eaten them all. Every.Single.One.In.The.Entire.Universe. Ditto for those tiny Twix bars, little Snickers, and mini Kit Kats. By the way, how is it that Kit Kat bars can get so stale sitting in a hermetically sealed wrapper? Not that it matters now. Stale or not, they’re gone. And by gone, I don’t mean you’ll find them in the trash barrels sitting at the end of our driveway. Rather, you’ll likely locate bits and pieces of chocolate, caramel, and cookie crunch clogging my arteries, enlarging my hips and padding my bottom. In a … Continue reading