Reese: The Peanut Butter Addiction

I can't explain it. I mean, normally, this is the last thing that screams out to my cravings, but there I was. Standing in the drug-store to purchase a bottle of Asprin, and the Reese Peanut Butter Cups sent out this siren song to me.

I had to buy them. Oh, I do mean *them*. Two bars. Six cups. And, were it not for the fact I'm inherently lazy, I'd be walking BACK up to the store to get more.

I'm grateful there is no bread in the kitchen. The peanut butter in the cupboard is also crying out to me. It's scary. I feel like I'm being stalked -- or turning into a squirrel, not too sure which.

If I suddenly vanish from the planet, someone please check the oak tree out in the "trail". I'm likely up there hording more peanut butter cups.