tootsie

I think we made a mistake in Wal-Mart recently – other than the one about spending too much money. We bought a large bag of assorted chewy candy – mostly of the tootsie roll type. Our excuse was that they would be “for the grandchildren”.

The mistake and problem lies in the fact that we are here with the candy more than the gruntmonkeys are. We keep our treats for them in the pantry and in a large Tupperware container. To further describe the problem would be to say that every time I come close to the pantry, these delightful chewy treats seem to be calling out to me.

I have tried to reason with this tempting feeling by saying OK, I’ll just take one but that doesn’t work very well and I take several “because they are small” – not good. Then there is the after the fact reality of having to chew on carrots to get the evidence out of my teeth. God is good to provide wonderful things like this but is there such an organization as “tootsie rolls anonymous”?

The Spice and I are leaving tomorrow to sail on a cruise Saturday and writing from this computer will be very quiet to nonexistent. But I will fill you in on the entire cruise in minute detail ad nauseam when we return. ec