Monstah

I’ve given up trying to resist my hormonal urges for chocolate. Someone please tell me why uterine activity gives me a sweet tooth because being a stereotype is really annoying. Usually I can make do with Froot Loops (or jelly beans, gummy bears, gummy hearts, you get the picture) but this morning I was a total chocolate whore. The evil people in my company’s finance department have a candy dish outside their office and they keep it liberally stocked with chocolate crap. Twix, KitKats—gah. Willpower goes out the window. Resistance is futile. After hoovering a handful of candy, I discovered biscotti in my snack drawer and –FOOM—gone.

I can just hear my mother saying, “You’ll ruin your lunch.” Because I did.