My name is Brandi and I'm a sugarholic.

Did you ever get caught with your hand in the cookie jar? I remember once when I did. It was yesterday. It all started this past weekend on Sunday afternoon. I decided to make this sinful, evil, delicious cake. A cake from a box. It was an oreos 'n' cream cake. It consisted of chocolate cake filled with cream filling, covered with crushed oreos and drizzled again with the same cream. I know what you're thinking; "I want it." (Or not, you might be thinking "Geez! What a fatty.") It was 'most excellent' to use the words of Bill and Ted. Sunday after Steve's basketball game we shared a piece of this evil cake that will in no way help you get in bikini shape. I don't concern myself with those things much though. And to be completely honest, it was my second piece. I told Steve afterwards that I would take the rest of it to work where other people would consume the sugar and calories so I wouldn't be forced to do it by myself. So Monday rolled around and I accidentally forgot the cake. To get to the moral of my story; Monday evening after a nice 2 mile jog in the 90 degree weather I was preparing dinner for us both. After we ate and watched our usual Monday night television I headed into the kitchen to clean up. I saw the cake sitting there on the stove but I also saw Steve sitting on the couch. I couldn't eat the cake yet but I had to have some. I had to wait it out. I very casually asked Steve if he could take out the trash...and he did. And I did. I had a huge bite of the cake straight from the pan. Steve returned and went into the bathroom to wash his hands and I did it again. I had another huge bite of the abomination that is cake. He returned to the kitchen to finish helping me by drying a few dishes. Now Steve has this knack for seeing minute pieces of food in my teeth or around my mouth. This would become my Achilles heel. As I turned to hand Steve a plate to put away he reached up to my mouth looking somewhat confused and said, "You have something on your lip....it's black...". As he scratched at it in the same moment we both realized what it was. It was a piece of chocolate cake I had failed to notice myself. The evidence was obvious and he knew. He says my face looked like a kid who was caught with their hand stuck in a cookie jar. He immediately turned to the cake and it all came full circle. I stood in the kitchen wishing I had an excuse like "No, the cake just fell into my mouth." but I had nothing. I wanted chocolate that I knew I didn't need and I had it anyway. He called me a stinker and laughed his butt off the rest of the night. I guess when you're married there really is nothing to hide, no secrets. If I knew how to use a napkin and a mirror I might have a better chance.


PS- I forgot to take the cake to work again today. Dangit!