Dear Chocolate Chip Muffin,
I see you there, in the window, taunting me with your chocolate-y goodness.
I hear your cries of “eat me!” (incredibly vulgar for a morning pastry) as I try to resist temptation.
I’m either really hungry or took some really good peyote, I’m not sure which… but regardless, I want you to know, your delicious and devilish ways will not work on me this morning. As I struggled to buckle my belt this morning (in my defense, I think I got this belt in the wrong size…) it dawned on me that maybe I could stand to take a break from your sweet and sinful lifestyle.
We’re on a break until further notice. And I’d appreciate it if you stop calling here. It doesn’t do any of us any good.
Sincerely,
Calhoun
Bookmarking this post so I can refer back to it during my usually 5-10 moments of chocolate-chip-muffin-temptation per day!
Those chocolate chip muffins are just waiting for us to slip up…