Mama knows they are there.
We thought we might have the opportunity to make s'mores when we went to a cottage for a few days last week. You know, melted chocolate squares and roasted marshmallows smushed between graham crackers? Yum.
We didn't make the s'mores, but we had all the ingredients. We brought them home. They are in the cupboard. Downstairs there are two extra big Jersey Milk chocolate bars. I can hear them calling me.
And then I think of the charming photos of me in my bathing suit on the dock, which I will not be posting here, and I remember why I must not eat those chocolate bars.
If you need me, I'll be quietly weeping and sighing.