Monday, August 30, 2010

Goldfish crackers

Why are those cheesy, little goldfish so addicting? Have I no will power? No, I really haven't. The bag is sitting in my desk drawer with a cheesy fish staring at me invitingly. "Come, eat us," it's saying. "Indulge in our savory crunchiness. Again." Can I resist? Not for much longer, I can't

I can always claim that it's Kathleen who actually wants them, that I'm indulging her. I'd be lying, of course. I'm the one who wants them . . . along with some ice cream and Kraft Maccaroni & Cheese (the latter sitting in another desk drawer, patiently calling my name). And a cinnamon-sugar soft pretzel. Mmmmmmm.

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Darn. I caved and bought cinnomon-sugar soft pretzel sticks. Like I needed them. Weak.

2 comments:

Second Chances said...

I've been craving yucky stuff too. Or yummy stuff depending on how you look at it! Must be end of pregnancy fat storage buildup. Yep! That's what I'm calling it!

... said...

Maybe you need the calcium ;)

Goldfish crackers and doritos are my weaknesses . . . and I have NO excuse.