SLIPPIN' INTO DARKNESS ..

Yesterday I had an entire can of Pillsbury cinnamon rolls. I stuck them in the oven, made coffee, waited until they were done, iced them, and then immediately shoved five of them down my mouth while watching the Wendy Williams show. I cannot even explain the warm, chewy, sweetness that filled my mouth ... I could compare it to a sexual release but that somehow seems inappropriate. There were a total of eight rolls. I had five. Rested, then had one more. Later that evening, after dinner when my husband lies on the couch and doesn't know I exist, I took the remaining two out of the microwave where I'd hidden them on top of two loaves of bread on a paper plate with a napkin on top and lovingly, and discreetly, enjoyed the last two. Did I feel guilty? No. Not one bit. I went upstairs, got comfy on my bed and proceeded to watch The Housewives of Beverly Hills. Life is good.