When I get fat, I will blame Maranda

It is summer. Which rhymes with swimsuit season. Ok, so it doesn't rhyme. The point here is that I'm supposed to be shedding my winter coat, not adding another layer!

I don't think Maranda understands that. Maranda is the work treat bringer. Every day I go to work and she has some new delicious and irresistible yummy in the treat jar. The jar is big. And it sits on the counter tempting me with candy of the fruity and chocolate varieties. So naturally every time I pass the treat jar, I grab a piece of candy. Also naturally, the jar is conveniently placed at a very passable location. Resulting in my consuming a lot of candy.

And sometimes when Miguel and Martin take a long time for table's food to come up, I have to patiently wait. Patiently waiting sort of has the same effect as jar passing. Consumption of candy.

So I eat a lot of treats. And it's not even my fault! It's Maranda and Miguel and Martin!

This absolutely positively has nothing to do with my lack of self control.