I am sick just thinking about how many I ate.....in one sitting. I am, however, pretty sure it's the Hubster's fault. He sent me into Wal-Mart, by myself, for a few groceries, mistake #1.
As I was walking down the main aisle, passing the cookie aisle, I could hear my name being called. I am looking around and no one is there. Then I look again, and I see them. The Mint Milanos. They were smiling and waving at me, acting like we were old friends. Psshhh, old friends yeah right. I told them to leave me alone, I am on Weight Watchers and I wanted nothing to do with their sugary, minty, milk chocolatey goodness. Did they listen, no. They "fell" into my basket. I tried to put them back, but I couldn't. I went to put them back on the shelf and I couldn't let go of them. So I told myself, one bag won't hurt right? I can jump back on the wagon tomorrow right?
So for now, it's just me and my sugary, minty, milk chocolatey old friends.
Thank you Pepperidge Farm, thank you.