Hubby and the kids got home from their camping trip, but that is not what I’m
Oh No!ing. They brought in all the snack items they had taken with them on the trip, and among all those tasty tidbits lurks a rather large box of Goldfish.
Oh No!ing. They brought in all the snack items they had taken with them on the trip, and among all those tasty tidbits lurks a rather large box of Goldfish.
Goldfish are to me what heroin is to a junkie. If I have access to them, I HAVE to have them. This isn’t some minor craving, or a mild case of that would taste good. This is an all-out inability to focus or function unless I have them. I have been known to have severe Jeckyll & Hyde type personality switch if someone comes between me and a handful of Goldfish.
This is the reason that typically I don’t buy them, or even have them in the house.
But they are in the house now.
They are calling to me.
They are demanding that I turn my back to my calculus homework and focus all my attention on them.
Can’t… resist… must… have… Goldfish!