I cannot be trusted

With Cheetos in my house.Period!

It was sometime ago that I realized I had a problem. If I opened a bag regardless of size I.Would.Eat.Them.All! My love affair with Chester was way out of hand. So, I gave them up for Lent.

Well, after Lent was over I realized I really wasn't missing much so I continued to live a Cheeto.Free.Life. And, I was doing just fine.

Until...I decided to send my husband a care package a week and a half ago.

I loaded up on all of his favorites, Cheetos included, and boxed them up with a plan to mail out the next day.

That night while lying in bed reading, I remembered that there were Cheetos in the house. I couldn't fight the urge. Long story short I awoke the next morning in bed with an empty container and orange fingers.

Seriously, I think I ate them in my sleep.

Off to the Post Office...The care package was incomplete. So I stopped to replace the Cheetos that I had devoured.

Everyday I checked to see if my husband received the package. Everyday the answer was no.

Guess what arrived on my front step two days ago (apparently I wrote the wrong address).

So now there are Fucking Cheetos in my house again!

Leave me alone Chester!