Every damn piece of candy in this house is calling my name.
I see it everywhere. It is screaming at me, begging me to eat it.
In the kitchen the following things spoke to me and asked me to partake of their deliciousness:
Mini Kit Kats
Snack Size Heath Bars
Fruit Vines Licorice Nibs
Honey Drops Hard Candies
A Snickers Bar
The hot chocolate and Oreos were talking too.
Then I went in the craft room in search of a needle and thread and what do I find? An Easter basket from my sister. It was in a Wonder Woman lunch box. I have two identical lunch boxes, one of which I kept my sewing things in. The one I opened had a whole dark chocolate bunny and a milk chocolate cross as well as a chocolate bar wrapped in an old fashioned paper with flowers, chickadees and bunnies on it. It had tags from Classic Chocolates where I worked over seven years ago. There was also an entire box of my beloved rock candy.
I very nearly cried.
Then I broke down and had three licorice nibs because they are sweet but they last a long time and I don't love them so much I need to get more.
I couldn't take it.
Screw you candy.
Also on a side note, I seem to have lost two followers. It wouldn't be such a big deal, but I only had eleven to begin with. Now I'm in single digits.
Perhaps it's because I title my posts things like "Eat Me".