Loooook at it. You know you waaaaaant it.
I know I'm writing about the dang toffee again. I'm not getting paid to do this. I was just asked to write about it when I tried it. But it's keeping me awake. How? Let me 'splain.
I know I said I was going to savor the toffee, and I have been, just a little nibble at a time. But lately it's been a little nibble every five minutes. I blame PMS. I need the dark chocolate.
A family member sent me a box of Whitman's Samplers for Christmas. It's an old family favorite. I had a couple of pieces Friday night and actually laughed when my Hunny grabbed a little toffee piece and declared it good. NOT. It's mediocre at best. I left the table then and there to nibble on my good toffee. Came back, closed up the Whitman's and put it in the kitchen, declaring it fair game to anyone who wants it.
Here's how the toffee is keeping me awake: trying to sleep on Saturday before work, all I could think of was the toffee. Like Edmund and the Turkish Delight. And all I could think was that the Toffee Anytime people need to have a toffee of the month club, set to arrive on the date you choose each month. Just in time for PMS to hit. And smaller packages, since I'm going to be buying it every month now. I have a budget to work with, you know. And a weight issue.
It was also keeping me awake because it was there in the same room with me, calling me from the bed every 20 minutes or so. To nibble, you know. I couldn't help it. Today I'm going to hide it so I can sleep. Hide it in another room. So help me, I will get some sleep.
Until I write again ...