I survived the crazy lunch room table at work yesterday...only to have my DH make snickerdoodles after dinner last night. He found a babillion year old frozen cookie dough tub in the garage.

I had a couple.

Four is a couple....right???

My brain kept saying that they tasted just okay, but my mouth and hand had other plans.

The problem of having been so good for so long is that the sugar hit me. I was wide awake until about 1:30am.

So here I am at work with a still upset stomach and a not so gentle reminder as to why I need to stay away from that crap.