I'm talking to you Nutella. I see you mocking me from the shelves in the store. I fantasize about you, me and a big spoon. I know the slippery road, but damn you are a fine jar of smooth chocolate nutty heaven.
I just want to be alone with you ~ where no one can judge us ~ not even me. I wish I were strong and could be around you without having to devour you in one afternoon...but I can't. I must remain the stable adult that I have become. I am someone new now. I have will power, and taking you home with me will only lead to regret and guilt that I will not stand for.
So I settle on a compromise ~ just a smaller less dangerous version of you. All wrapped up in a pretty innocent package. I think ~ hell ~ there are only three in the package how much damage could it do.
Yes, I'm talking about your suave sexy cousin with the fancy clothes ~ Ferrero Rocher. All dressed in his shiny suit with layers of hazel-nutty goodness. Damn! Its too much. I just wanted a nibble, a taste and now here I sit..he is gone leaving only a sassy wrapper for a memory. I tried to deny him but I am a weak woman. Ah well tomorrow is another day. I will not feel guilty. At least he is classier than my last love ~ Reese's Peanut Butter Cup.
Cheers! Happy Friday!
No use feeling guilty, either! Better than having the whole jar of Nutella. I keep walking by it in the grocery aisle... and I pick it up. But then I read the nutritional facts on the back and it makes me put it back down. :(
ReplyDeleteI can't have it in the house either - it's evil.
LOL!
ReplyDeleteLol! How can any normal woman resist the charms of old Ferrero. He's a sly one!
ReplyDeleteI seriously think you are amazing! I struggle with the less classy cousin "reese's." Darn things
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