Why, oh why is it that I don't want to shove anything into my face all day. I eat balanced, decent bandster friendly meals all day - like a good girl.
And then night comes...and suddenly I'm possessed by a gremlin. I want to shove everything in my mouth. EEK!
Last night I ate Reese's cups. Meh.
I am just going to duct tape my mouth shut. Put a shocking device on the fridge and the cabinet. Something.
And, it doesn't help that my dear sweet Sanford eats a huge bowl of Banana Pudding ice cream every night. He is such a bad influence. Too bad I love him so much, or I might punch him.