Someone said something about fries at our staff meeting and I couldn't stop thinking about them. So after picking up DD from preschool, I made a pit stop and went through the drive-thru to get a small order of fries from McDonald's for the drive home. I didn't tell DH about it...too embarrassed to admit. It seemed so compulsive. I couldn't stop thinking about those hot, salty fries! They were GOOD! So then, we had beef brisket sandwiches for dinner and DH said, "How about fries with dinner?" I didn't want to tell him what I did, but couldn't come up with another excuse (I'm a horrible liar), so I let him make some and ate a few with dinner.
Needless to say, I don't feel like fries anymore.
For the record, I'm pretty sure I had some salt on my face when I walked in the house. He either didn't notice or didn't tell me.
No point to this post other than to come out of hiding to *someone*!