A Mommy Story

I’d just like to state for the record how damn cruel it is that I am required to keep a candy jar on my work desk at all times. Yes, it’s a rule – it makes our offices more “inviting” to students. It also tortures those on a diet.

It’s just sitting there, on the edge of the desk, looking at me. It’s a clear jar, too, so I can see all of the sugary-goodness tempting me. One tootsie roll is even partially unwrapped, exposing the divine chocolate underneath that thin paper wrapper. It’s like porn for dieters. I turned the jar so I wouldn’t see the Jolly Ranchers, but now I see one has snuck to the other side to beckon me.

Damn, I’m hungry.