Public Scorn vs. My Sweet Tooth

Last night I went to Whole Foods Market. Have you ever been there? There are samples galore! I could eat an entire meal from the cheese displays. Public scorn keeps that from happening.

I immediately honed in on the cookies at the front register when we walked through the doors. I ran to them as if my life depended on it. Keep in mind, this visit was made after dinner. I wasn't hungry.

If the cashier hadn't been standing nearby with her watchful stare, I would have picked up the platter and shoveled them into my anxiously awaiting mouth. You can be sure that I revisited that tray upon exiting. You betcha'.

I also have a tendency to gorge when I'm at home alone. My blueberry worked late most of last week. Let's just say I polished off a couple of boxes of cookies in his absence. They were Weight Watchers cookies too, mind you. Is that irony?

Blueberry is going out of town next week. Hide yo' cookies, hide yo' cake.