So we were at the grocery store, ready to checkout—our brief but complete collection of goods in hand—and there, at the end of the checkout lane, sat a coquettish basket of a Reese's candy bars. I tried to resist, I did, I'll swear that I did! They sang a siren song of their very own...I was powerless to do anything but heed their call! AND, as if that transgression weren't enough, I had to force Miles—practically at gunpoint!—eat one of the enticing chocolaty morsels as well. Because I usually stay away from sugar, right about now I'm feeling like a spinning top on a pogo stick!

In a few hours it will be better. My heart will stop doing jumping jacks and my hyperactive state will subside ... and, inevitably, I will remember Miles bullying me into eating the dumb thing ;-)