It's pretty cheap at only $2.69 a 10-oz. bag.
Even though I can buy it legally, I do have to hide it.
I hid it in the garage this year, in a bag in a bag and then crammed onto a shelf. This wasn't just to keep others from digging into my stash, but it was also to keep me from inhaling them and going on a bender. As it was, I found myself frequently needing to go into the garage... to check on the laundry, to find the vacuum cleaner, to replace a light bulb, to go through some photo boxes for my husband's new site, to get some art or school supplies for the kids, or... to grab a fistful of crack.
Shove as much as I could into my right-hand jeans pocket.
Eat one right away.
As soon as I was done crunching the candy coating, I had to pop another one into my mouth. And this crunch-pop-crunch-pop would continue until the pocket was empty. All without anyone else in the family being the wiser. Sometimes one of the kids would get a whiff of the telltale scent of chocolate and inquire as to its origin. "Whassat smell? Wherezit coming from?"
Wide-eyed and mouth closed, I'd put my hands up and shrug my shoulders in that "search me" way.
Crack can do that to you. Make you lie to your family.
The only problem with my crack is that it is only available seasonally. I can't stock up. I'd just eat it faster. I only bought two bags this year. What was I thinking?
And what you see is all that's left.
Two.
Only two.
Not anymore.
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