This past weekend, in a weak moment I shall blame on the blazing temperature which is affecting my judgment, I bought a party size bag of peanut M&Ms. ThereWasNoParty. I don’t typically eat that much candy or chocolate. Sometimes a girl just needs a fix.
My craving would have easily been satiated with a regular, one-serving, sane-person-sized bag of M&Ms, but NEVER would I EVER buy a small sized bag. That would be buying junk food obviously meant to be inhaled by yours truly.
Instead I opted for the Route 44 bag large enough to feed a class of 3rd graders after recess. It comes with the possibility of sharing with a crowd, the suggestion of a party. A hint of fun times to come. Yippee.
In a crystal bowl, the M&Ms become art on the piano like a vase of flowers. A pop of color. Visitors can partake as if the M&Ms are fancy hors d’oeuvres, like a bowl of Spanish nuts for impromptu guests who stop by. ThereAreNoGuests.
In a crystal bowl, the M&Ms become art on the piano like a vase of flowers. A pop of color. Visitors can partake as if the M&Ms are fancy hors d’oeuvres, like a bowl of Spanish nuts for impromptu guests who stop by. ThereAreNoGuests.
Jeff, our builder, did stop by the other night to discuss our hail damaged roof. He ate two M&Ms from the bowl. I felt like such the hostess:)) Melissa, our neighbor, stopped by to ask if we wanted to sign a petition. We were so wrapped up in Season Two of Mad Men I totally forgot to offer her any ‘dessert’! Bad hostess:((
Of course, I am the only one eating them. I’m the only one here. John is at work or out of town. The dogs can’t eat chocolate.
Why on earth did I buy those M&Ms? Of course there was a full moon last weekend….
talya
Seize the moment. Remember all those women on the Titanic who waved off the dessert cart. Erma Bombeck
