Ven-da chips are down...

I had my first weak moment.

My dogs decided to take up counter surfing last night. Judging from the shredded plastic spread throughout THREE ROOMS quite a bit of food had been consumed and no one was talking. It was like an episode straight out of CSI trying to figure out what had been inside all of that plastic. In the end it looked like the victims had been 3/4 of a loaf of bread, a nasty batch of dehydrated corn chips, and a fresh bag of starbucks coffee. Nice.

Shamefully, we make the all too familiar trek to the after hours vet. In the end Samantha had been the culprit. Wrigley was totally innocent (no doubt payback for when she had HER stomach pumped because HE had eaten that chocolate.) Waiting in the lobby for an update, I started getting really hungry.

Then I see the vending machine.

Okay, my dogs were in dicey territory,that was a LOT of coffee, but I was beginning to really panic about what the H.E. double hockey sticks I was gonna eat when I got home. I'm also having a real Stephen King moment with this doggone vending machine. It's across the room just taunting me with its' clever mind games: "It's just a Pepsi....I"M SO DELICIOUS!" Stacy, the only other way to get a drink was by using their water fountain, and you know how you have phoneaphobia? Well, I have water fountainaphobia and I was not gonna go there!

That's when it dawns on me that I use situations like this to justify reaching for the chips. The kitchen was closed, it was freakin' late, and did I mention it was a LOT of coffee????? But then I have this moment of such CLARITY and it hits me! After everything that you and I have been through, I KNOW that there is no way I could cheat, secretly or publicly. Stacy, I just will not do it.

And I didn't.