is in my basement . . . in the form of Reeses White Chocolate Christmas Trees -- I bought them for the kids stockings -- They've been tucked away hidden, but I find myself sneaking down there several times a day. I tell myself every time as I'm headed down the stairs "This is the last time . . . you've gone too far". But I'm addicted. I would venture that Reeses has placed addictive chemicals in their peanut butter trees, and that I am not truly responsible for the wild ravages that are taking place in a dark corner of my basement.
Scary. It looks like I've got a 12 step program to enroll myself in for the new year.
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