With my brother away, his candy won’t stay.
He made a classic mistake: Leave your Easter candy in plain sight of someone with low willpower. I mean, he’s just asking me to eat it.
I’m happy to oblige.
Besides, if I eat his, mine’ll last longer. So really, it is more for me (more like your waistline). But, that’s okay. They’ll both be gone by Monday.
It’s Opening Day [well, yesterday; technically, it’s Opening weekend] in Detroit. Comerica Park is buzzing. Why shouldn’t I be? Sure, I might lose a foot after this weekend, but it’ll be totally worth it to watch my Tigers face the Yankees floating on a chocolate stream.
Besides, I don’t have any cheddar corn. We all must make do with what we have.