So I come home last night... and what do I find on the counter?!?! A huge box of chocolate bars, AND a huge bag of chocolate bars. So after ridiculously stuffing my face for a while, I pry myself away with some hidden shard of discipline (<- why does that spelling look so wrong...). So this morning I plead with my mother, why?!? Why is there so much readily available chocolate there?!?! She said to ask my father, but being the loving mother she is, she hid it for me. It made me sad, cried a little, but its for the best. So she leaves to ride ponies, so I start an epic search for breakfast... and boy do I ever find it quickly. I had Rolo Ice Cream. *sigh* I will be fatter than Becca at the rate I"m going... AHA!!! I found them... oh god I have a problem... this is an addiction worse than smoking.