Satan is a peanut M&M.
As many, many of us, I have (yet again) made a resolution to lose some of the extraneous weight that has somehow crept up on me, unannounced and unwanted. And I do pretty well most of the time.
But it’s mid-afternoon on a gloomy Friday. And my Cool Boss has an office next door wherein she keeps candy jars full of M&M’s. The traffic in and out of her office is an indication of how rough the week has been. I’ve been in there twice. Sigh.