Dove Chocolate

I'm convinced that inside those sweet, chocolatey, foil wrapped goodness is some kind of addictive and illegal substance. That is the only reason I can fathom that I have eaten almost an entire bag of those tasty little hearts.

I ventured to Target on Sunday for a little retail therapy to cure my cabin fever. Damn those aisles of half off Valentines candy. I bought 4 bags, 2 of which I told myself are for my dad...1 is to make some goodies for the school book fair and the other is for me. I deserve chocolate, right?

So, here we are on Tuesday and I am ashamed to admit that I have eaten almost the whole damn bag. So ashamed, in fact, that I am considering going to Target and buying another bag, emptying a few and putting it in place of the almost empty one so that my husband is none the wiser.

Of course...what will I do with those ones I have to remove from that new bag...and the remaining morsels of goodness in the current bag.

Ah...jeez.