I'm not kidding. It's looking at me. All that calorie-stuffed nutrition-free sugar-laden goodness. I mean badness. I know I double wrapped it in plastic bags. And then put it in the garage. On the top shelf. The one I have to get the stepladder down to reach. But still. I can feel that it's looking at me, calling to me. I could of course go and throw it in the bin right now and be done with it but is there a red-blooded Scottish person alive who can throw away perfectly good sweeties? And if I go near enough to pick up the bag to throw it out I am scared I will be sucked into its sugary gravity field and, well, things will only get messy from there.
Blooming polite guisers/trick-or-treaters - all their fault. Kept telling them to take handfuls and they all took one or two pieces each. Halloween is hard for those of us with no willpower.
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Don't do it! I stuffed my face with chocolate last night and it's so not worth it. Of course, my husband told me not to and I didn't listen. And I know it won't be the last time... sigh. :)
ReplyDeleteAh... I know that look. The packet of chocolate fingers is at the back of the cupboard, behind several layers of tins, here. But I know it's whispering to me. Bah.
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