At least when it comes to candy. If there's any at the office, I'll eat it, but at home I forget it's there. Whereas Mom has been known to mock-yell at me for not telling her about the M&Ms I'd bought for baking. If there's candy in the house, she can't resist it.
So I forgot about the giant bag of Halloween candy until today, when I craved a little sweetness after dinner. It's not lame little lollipops or miniature Tootsie Rolls, either. I buy the good stuff. Milky Way. Butterfinger. Snickers. And one of Mom's favorites, Three Musketeers. All stowed away in a high cabinet with the extra cleaning products and paper towels.
In fact, I bought this bag on Sept. 16, the day I wrote my letter to Costco. If you click on the link, you'll even see the candy there in my cart. (And no, Muriel Cooper of Costco Community Relations never answered my letter. I got no response at all.)
I really did buy the candy for Halloween. But one piece, or three, won't hurt. A gal needs dessert once in a while.
If the kids leave any, Mom, I'll save it for you.