I'll Just Have One Reese's Cup (and other lies we tell ourselves...)

Yes, I realize that my dear little sister just gave birth to her third (absolutely gorgeous) child in the wee hours of this morning - and did a freaking awesome job of it, might I add - but I'm going to go ahead and hurl her under the bus on this one anyway.

I have an addiction to Reese's peanut butter cups, and it's all her fault.

"Well - that's a tad harsh..." you might be thinking to yourself - and perhaps it is - but you really must understand...
I went up to visit my family, baby in tow, exhausted beyond words, but excited to see everyone, and in my sleep deprived state she chatted innocently to me of the fresh peanut butter in the bag of Reese's cups she was squirreling away.

Suddenly I perked right up! My brain was repairing itself, as if by some strange sorcery!

"WHERE?! Where did you happen upon the Reese's with the fresh peanut butter?!" I asked with a rather unwarranted level of enthusiasm.

She pointed me in the direction of a pharmacy that was directly en route to her house.

How fortuitous.

And there was no going back. (Cue: "Past the Point of No Return", Phantom of the Opera style, spanish dancers, rose between the teeth... Perhaps VeggieTales should do something with this???)

And that's my entire story of the downward spiral into an addiction that no rehab spa shall ever be able to break.

Although a spa DOES sound lovely.

aaaaaand squirrel...
...
(ahem...)

OK - in truth, she had a good excuse! She was pregnant! Very!

"Hey!" I thought with some level of cheer, "Most of the world doesn't know that I shouldn't be carrying 'baby weight' around still..." #perksofinfantadoption #onascaleof1to1,000,000howwrongisthatmindset :-p

So that brings us to last night.
Me to the hubby: "Pleeeeease can you pleeeeeease bring home a bag of Reese's cups after you drop daughter A off at her musical practice?! Because I need them. Need."
Hubby: "Are you pmsing? I didn't think it was that time of the month yet." (This was an incredibly sweet way of saying that I hadn't turned into some mythological goddess of horror for a week straight. He loves me, what can I say.)
Me to the hubby again: "I'm begging you with all of my heart. I can't even express the level of need I have for a bag of soft, delicious Reese's cups right now! I'll space them out! I'll just have one tonight! Or 30 - but who's counting!"

Thus, I have effectively polished off half a bag of Reese's cups.
AND as my breathtakingly beautiful niece has made her arrival, I cannot even claim solidarity with my pregnant sister, as she is no longer pregnant - only radiantly lovely as always, because she rocks like that, even after just giving birth. :)

Apparently I can still blame her for triggering this year's addiction, however.

I also blame her for my Andrew Peterson music addiction.

And for drowning all of my plastic dolls in the toilet while I was in first grade.

But that's a story for another day.