addiction is no joke.

consider this a public service announcement if you will, but i feel it's my responsibility as an adult to alert you to the addict living in my house. i've noticed the addict consuming more and more of his drug of choice, i've picked up on the warning signs, but out of fear for our friendship, i didn't confront him. today i realized that he had just about hit rock bottom when he asked me to help him get his drug. this is what i witnessed...

laugh if you will, but please remember that addiction isn't a joke. a nutella addiction, just like my need for the crack pipe chick-fil-a french fries is serious and should be handled delicately. it started with mr. stink bugg sneaking a little nutella that was left on my napkin after i finished my bagel. i turned a blind eye, but his addiction only got worse. when i noticed he'd made his way to my knife with leftover nutella smears after i'd finished preparing my bagel, i decided he needed help, but it wasn't until today when he asked for help removing the lid that i realized his addiction has affected my life negatively in the following ways:

1. i'm forced to share my nutella, and it's something i don't like to do.
2. i live in constant fear of mr. bugg slipping inside the jar - smooth like a panther - when i have the lid off.
3. what if he gets so desperate he clings to the bottom and i accidentally smush him?

so now you understand the trouble at home. i don't know how he'll react to the intervention, but i know it needs to happen. in other news, i hope you don't actually think i use or have a crack pipe.

and one last thing - the winner of the bracelet giveaway is angie from lariats & lavender! thank you to everyone for entering!