I think I ate half a jumbo bag of Kit-Kats yesterday. I was hoping to take my love affair to new heights, to that point where you get so much of a good thing that you start to resent it. Or else it just makes you sick.
But I never did. Before I got the chance to find out that the chocolatey goodness isn't as good coming back up as it was going down, my husband snatched the remaining bars and marched them to the trashcan in the garage.
The addiction has not been broken.