Am I the only one who thinks that eating a bag of potato chips (or if you have a sweet tooth insert sweet treat of choice) for dinner is a good idea when the DH isn’t home? I can practically hear my arteries hardening as I type.
By the time I get 2/3 of the way through the bag I KNOW it’s a bad idea but I can’t seem to stop myself. After all, 1/3 of a bag of chips is useful to no one. It’s not even a good snack for the next day.
I gotta get a grip and stop a) being so lazy and b) bringing this stuff into the house. And DH better stop making alternate dinner plans. At this rate I’ll be wearing a muumuu to the wedding we have to go to at the end of next month. Fortunately I still have to shovel two cubic yards of dirt though.
A Clean House is Overrated 