It was 9:30 in the morning and my stomach was reminding me that I skipped breakfast.
I ran out of the house without grabbing anything and there was nothing in the break room at work except a bag of salted peanuts. Ewww! That would not go well with my coffee.
Hmmmm! I wondered.
I opened up my top desk draw.
There was a Snickers bar in all of it’s chocolate-y glory.
I was pretty sure it had been in there a while. Possibly more than a couple of months.
I didn’t care.
I was hungry.
It was chocolate.
So I ate it.
I am not ashamed.
And my stomach was very happy. 🙂