We have officially arrived at early adolesence.
My daughter brought home a box of 52 evil candy bars with a letter heralding the onset of this year's fundraising drive for school supplies.
I lasted 45 minutes.
Really, it would have been sooner, but I waited until the children were sleeping so that they would not be subjected to the image of their mother inhaling a Kit Kat (or kitty kat, as Grandpa Mahony fondly calls it), in a fashion that emulates Cookie Monster.
Today the candy went to work with my husband.
Maybe that'll stimulate some economy.....over-sugared brokers could really get something started.
I'm 32, a dad, and I am not a douchebag...
6 years ago