It calls to me. At 2 am.
Actually…that was Burton Puppy and the spawn were starting to stir from their diabetic induced sleep so I rescued him…(and myself – four spawn up at 2 am – shoot me now….).
There it was. The four LARGE bags of miniature magic little pieces of heaven. On the kitchen table. With no one around.
I took one piece. Oh…it’s okay…the two with braces can’t eat this Baby Ruth anyways….it’s only one. And sugar will make me sleepy. yeah…yeah…
The chocolate sang its song and I was sucked into the melody.
One more piece the lyrics went. Just one more….
Until I woke up at 6am to my spawn saying, “Who ate my Baby Ruth!? I was saving that until my braces are off.”
Ummmmmm….damn. I am forced to fess up because…I can’t come up with an acceptable lie.
“I think Dad ate some before bed last night.”
EJ out – to put on ear muffs to silence the Evil Siren Candy.
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(graphic source : luehmcandy.com)