I have an eating problem. There I said it. No, it's not that throwing up shenanigans that happened in my early twenties. It's quite the opposite and I cannot stop. I have portion control issues. On top of my sweet tooth, I'm in big trouble. The other night I ran out for a quick errand and there was that AMAZING (proof that there is a God and he wants us to be happy) candy and it was on sale!!
It's my favorite, seriously, I could eat the whole bag. I asked Frank to take them away from me and to only give me ONE when I really wanted one and only one. I asked for ONE tonight. He said that they were in the freezer. I secretly thought, "great, that frozen carmel is going to rip out my fillings... but totally worth it!"
Well that punk did this:
HE FROZE IT!!
The candies are in a ziploc bag and frozen in a smaller container. That container is frozen in another one...
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