No excuse

So I have no excuse for not blogging. None.

But I can’t even wear socks that match my pants and shoes, so what do you expect?

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Seriously? I don’t even have the excuse of dressing in the dark. I thought these socks were black, just like my pants and shoes. Nope. Blue.

At least my shirt isn’t on inside out. Yes. That happened.

Does anyone else wonder how I manage? Because I do.

Cinnamon addiction

I seem to have developed a cinnamon addiction. Over the years, I have gravitated toward any cinnamon flavored candy. Hot Tamales. Cinnamon gum. Cinnamon bears. You get the idea. But my latest problem has been these Cinnamon Fire Jolly Ranchers.

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I’m going to blame this particular addiction on our executive assistant at work. She has a basket of Jolly Ranchers on her desk. I walk by, I sort through the candy for a Cinnamon Fire Jolly Rancher and I eat it. And then I want another. And another.

Not good. Not good at all.

So I finally bought my own bag and hid them in my desk.

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Probably I should share. And really, I intended to when I bought the bag. Since I had eaten so much of her candy, I thought it would be nice to by a bag to replace it. Except I opened it and started eating it myself. And there it is, still in my drawer.

I don’t really know what I expect to accomplish by posting this, but I guess admitting your addiction is the first step to the recovery process, right?!