Christmas has come and gone. I’m always amazed by how far off it seems, and then it is as if someone turned a dial and everything fast-forwarded.
I ate my weight in Turtles and poppycock, even though I vowed I wouldn’t. I even may have promised myself I would do better this year.
Alas, my willpower misunderstood—doing better seemed to mean breaking the world record of chocolate pecan gooey-things consumed in a 24-hour period.