Stop Me!

I'm writing this in hopes that it will take my mind off of what is on the guest bed. I will not go in there, I will not go in there. Okay, I'm going to go as soon as I write this, but I shouldn't. We bought a HUGE bag of chocolate candy bars (Nestle Crunch, Baby Ruth, Butterfinger, and 100 Grands) to go in PD's pinata on Saturday. Well, the 100 Grands are all I can think about. I don't even really like chocolate candy bars. I resist the bowl of them in the kitchen each and every day (Paul's a real candy bar fanatic, so we have a ton.) I just am having trouble with these Fun Size 100 Grands. They're so little that I think "just two, that won't hurt me." It will though because two turns into four, and I should have just ate the King Size! UGH! It was my idea to get the pinata in the first place! Who knew I was going to be so weak!