Thanks for Bringing it Home David

I guess the way we're going to survive the week is by packing on the pounds.

I have my weaknesses. Chocolate. Cookies. Brownies.

Things that I don't keep around the house.

There are some things that never, ever tempt me. Until now.

I just ate 2 chocolate Zingers and might go for a third.

So when Friday finally arrives, and I get to reclaim my long, lost daughter, I'll need a cardboard sign with her name printed on it because she won't recognize me. I'll be 50 pounds heavier.

Then I'll need to explain: mommy was coping. And by coping I mean shoveling in all the Hostess products the gas station up the street has to offer.