I know they put addictive agents in my Club crackers because HELP! I can’t stop eating them. I am on the tail end of a whole sleeve that I only opened seven minutes ago. But I needed to chew on something because I’m teething…again. Remember the wisdom teeth? Well, that was three years ago, and they are at it again and I keep trying to chew on the left side of my mouth where the gums are sore and why would I do that because HOLY HELL that HURTS! But my body just does it, and all I can think of are babies when they are teething they need to chew/gum objects to make it feel better. But instead of sitting at my desk with a water-filled-chilled-teething-ring, I am eating Club crackers like it’s the last day for eating EVER.
I know…I need to get over myself and go to the dentist already! And so I decided to be a grown up for once, and I made an appt. But it is in May, and I am fearful that by then I will have eaten way too many sleeves of crackers.
P.S. Tony had a dream last night that I made one pie a day and then ate the whole thing myself…every day. Do you think he’s paranoid?