today, I needed my fix

I need to post for the whole nablopomo thing. Except that I'm having a day. Let's just say that after the kids went to bed I downed a bag of M&M's in about 3 minutes.

Curse you small bag - why did I even buy that size?!!

You may have noticed that I haven't even mentioned M&M's in awhile. I was getting better. But they are my vice. And today I NEEDED THEM.

The End.

P.S. Diet, caffeine free, generic cola is worth NOTHING. Don't buy it. Ever. The diet part I like, the generic I can handle, but without the caffeine it's pointless. (Please remind my husband of this next time you see him at the grocery store.)

Comments

LisAway said…

Some days totally call for peanut M&M's. Totally. On those days I'll have to bake some into some cookies or something.

12.11.08

J. Baxter said…

I currently have a diet-caffeine free cola in my fridge. They were all out of regular. Do you notice I'm not drinking it?

Now, if I only had me some M&M's...

13.11.08

Anonymous said…

M&M's are always good for what ails you. If doctors realized the medicinal properties, they'd start prescribing them.

13.11.08

Wonder Woman said…

I bought 4 liters of Diet Dr. Pepper today. Not generic. With caffeine. I've also learned this lesson the hard way.

And a theater size box of junior mints.

I see NO similarities between us.....

13.11.08

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