It is no secret that I have an addictive personality. I even made two (Yes, TWO) freakishly long lists about all the subjects that I have obsessed about over the years. If you are done doing all the pivotal things in life and don’t have any lint to pick out of your navel, I suppose you may find them interesting. Here you Go.

My obsessions can be pretty bad. I don’t just like something, I LOVE IT!!!!!! I don’t buy one package of Reeces peanut butter cups, I buy a freaking case of them.

Right now, I am having a problem with frosting. It all started innocently enough. I was sad. I needed to pig out on something disgustingly sweet (As I am wont to do in times of woe.), but I had no car at the time and there was a container of vanilla frosting in my pantry.

It’s totally logical:

Sad Loralee -Vehical-Normal “Sad Munchies” in pantry+ Vanilla Frosting + Teaspoon= Improvised Comfort

Works for me.

However, I found this little “Treat” making its way into my shopping cart more and more often. I have tried to say, “I need it on hand to make Nooncy cupcakes” or this last purchase was, “I want to make my kids grahm cracker and frosting sandwiches as a treat”. I did use SOME of the frosting for those things, but, er, um, usually over half of the tub ends up in my tummy.

My love affair with Vanilla Frosting is getting dangerously close to being a “Problem”. Maybe it is because I have nearly stooped to the point of blaming consumption on my children, or maybe it is because I have put on 5 lbs in the last 6 weeks, but it is a habit that is getting out of control.

When I opened the fridge to find a tub of frosting with a long spoon cavalierly left in the tub I realized that it may be time for an intervention.

I wish I had a better explanation for WHY the hair elastic that I usually wear on my wrist is wrapped around the container, but, um…I don’t.

I have a weird life.

That’s pretty much my only defense.

Sigh.