It’s true. I told you. I even warned you. I am addicted to icing. This time I’m referring to the sugary kind.
I went shopping to look at wedding invitations and there it was. A can of Wilton icing. Just sitting there all by itself on the shelf.
Here I was this morning just blogging about change. I caved. I bought the damn thing. See, I’m far from perfect. We all go through these ridiculous moments of shame <hangs head low>.
I didn’t have a spoon. I sure as shit wasn’t about to take it home. So, yup. My heffa ass ate it with my bare finger while driving. Go ahead, laugh it up! It is funny. I must admit. LOL.
Cup holder? No, but there icing holders in my truck.
I seriously almost got hit by a car because I was in Icing Euphoria.
Seriously, could you imagine the accident scene if that would have happened? What would the cops think seeing a can of icing in my cup holder and the evidence on my fingers. <SMH>
Then, I stopped. I realized this icing takes like dirt. Seriously, it’s horrible. Just like that I stopped. I got home, busted out the Lysol and killed that evil little troll right in it’s tracks.
Ahh, victory over the icing.
“Temptation is an irresistible force at work on a movable body.”