No, not from the booze (although that would be nice).  From candy.  Chocolate candy.  White chocolate candy.  Colorful candy.  Candy wrapped in paper.  Candy from the jar.  Candy, candy, candy.

This glorious girl’s weekend happened to take place at my house.  Who gets stuck with all the leftover food Monday morning?  Me, of course. 

So I pitched the salsa verde and the leftover cake and took three huge bags of candy to the office.  The vultures usually get to it the first day and BOOM, it’s gone.

But, voila!  It’s still here and we’re approaching Wednesday afternoon!

This would be fine if I didn’t get up every time I took a walk to the ladies room and grabbed a handful of M&M’s, wouldn’t it?

But I don’t.  And it’s not fine.