Mama Rambles - Snickers.

Hey,  you know that Snickers candy bar?

The one I accused Hubbs of taking only to see it while digging for my keys in my purse?  YOU KNOW, the one that went missing...

You don't?  Are you sure?

Remember? It melted then was smooshed then melted again... The one with half of the wrapper's writing gone because it's been in there THAT long.

Well, I got tired of seeing its face on my milk carton so I dug it out of my bottomless pit of a purse...

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And. I. ATE. It.

Yep. Closed my cube door, silently tore that raggedy wrapper off of that flattened thrice-melted candy bar, cradled that tiny mound in the palm of my hands and -- you know the rest.  O don't give me that face!  Isn't that what it was made for?

Yes, I know what time it is in the morning and no, I don't feel bad about it. 

I've got low blood sugar.