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Thanksharfing

So, ya see, I haven't eaten any sweets for about 2 months. This is due to orders by my doctor and admitting to myself that besides the scary addiction I have to sweets, they make me ill and highly anxious. So then, Thanksgiving comes around. Okay, so I'll have a piece of pie. That won't be too terrible. A little splurge and since pie isn't a favorite I should be able to stop at just one slice. No problem. Enter my sister...

She had the gall to make peanut butter balls. I mean, freakin' peanut butter balls for the love of John! Not only is the mating of peanut butter and chocolate a cause for orgasmic celebration, but my sister makes damn good peanut butter balls. Damn. I'm screwed. There's no hope of avoiding the binge now. Still, maybe I can avoid the addictive cycle by simply not having a first one...

6 hours later I've consumed probably some 15 peanut butter balls, two pieces of pie, and a whole bunch of Pepperidge Farm gourmet cookies. I guess my day after Thanksgiving plans will center around feeling like a anchovy milkshake on spin cycle.