GLUTTONY AND SLOTH

I am a lazy glutton.  But it’s not just me.  And I can prove it.

My favorite candy is Peanut butter Cups.  My only complaint against the delicious calorie-packed treats used to be that mountain of orange and brown wrappers that accumulated next to my place on the couch and gave away my gluttony. (Yes, that’s correct.  I really am capable of convincing myself that the size of my ass isn’t a dead giveaway that I’m feeding my face with something besides blueberries and wheat germ)

Reese’s solved the tell tell wrapper problem for me. They now make teeny tiny peanut butter cups WITH NO WRAPPERS.   Easy smeezy.  Just rip open the package and start stuffing them in my mouth.

Now, I admit I eat way more of these little drops of heaven than is good for me, but Reese’s isn’t making them ALL for me.

Seriously?  How obscenely lazy have we become?  These candies are so popular that my corner store ran out of them.  Lucky I had to go to Walmart for something else anyway.  (I did NOT drive three miles JUST for the peanut butter cups!  I didn’t. I only had another two days worth of milk.  It’s better not to run low on staples.)

So, it’s not just me, is it?  You too have driven miles in the dark of night to satisfy some gluttonous craving, haven’t you.  Tell me about it.  Please.  You’d be doing me a favor and you’ll feel ever so much better when you get it off your chest.