So, last night there was an employee meeting at the Quilt Crossing. We have a dinner buffet during these meetings, and these ladies KNOW how to cook. YUM! Me? Not so much. When I learned I needed to bring a side dish or dessert, I thought, crap. So what did I do? Stopped at the store on the way and bought an $8 muffin-blueberry-almond-icingtopped-bundtcake-thing.
I took the plastic cover off before I set it on the table, so it would look homemade. Several people told me I was wasting my time. Go figure.
Anyhow, when I finally got a taste of it last night, I thought, Oh. My. Yum. And, I hoped hoped hoped nobody would want any because it was "store bought." Fine. By. Me.
Hardly any was eaten. YAY!
So, I brought it home, and did not let myself have anymore last night. Talk about self-control.
But, I had dreams about it! Mmm.Hmm.
As soon as I got the kids out the door for school, guess what I did? Yup. That's right. Cut myself a BIG ol' piece and sat down and ate it. Most of it. I kinda feel a little woosey (is that a word) from it. I think I might have a sugar buzz.
Does that means I'm going to have a sugar crash in 30 minutes? I hope NOT. Because I've got a book to write/revise today. I have goals to accomplish. Maybe not in 30 minutes. I think I feel a crash coming already. I can hear my bed calling me... Margo. Margo. Margo.
I. Will. Fight. The. Urge.
What did you have for breakfast? Healthy? Not Healthy? Jealous of my cake?