Every Last One of Them

I warned him. I told him if he wanted any he'd just have to take it to work with him or he'd never even see a trace of them when he got home. I definitely gave fair warning but that guy is still going to come home thinking he's getting some. Does he just believe the best in me, think I'm a changed woman? Poor, unfortunate soul...

I do this EVERY time. It's like a tape recording that I could rewind over and over again throughout my life. I can't help myself. Each time I'm convinced it's going to be different, that I'll do better, but it's always the same. One leads to another, and another, and another...

I have a full jar of Halloween candy above the refrigerator and an uneaten carton of ice cream in the freezer, but the container of chocolate chip cookies I baked yesterday is completely vacant. I didn't even give any to the kids! I'm nervously pacing around the house and dragging a guilty tail between my legs, but the honest truth is that if given the opportunity to do it all over again, I know I would. If I think hard enough, I can still taste those chocolaty sweet bits of heaven in my mouth...