Dirty Confession

Someone accused me of having a deep, dark, dirty secret today.

And it's true.

I do.

I like fruitcake.

I fucking do. It's all nutty and fruity and if done right it has the crunch of the nuts and the give of the candied cherries... Mmmmm. I've never had the Harry and David's pineapple all fruit one but god damn if someone ever sends me that thing I'm going to explode my stomach to eat all of it. Think Golem and the Ring. "My Preeeeecious......heeeeeh..."

That's pretty dark and deep.

I've run once in the past week. I'm gaining weight faster than a Survivor winner. Sucks. Fucking winter. Fucking Trader Joe's and their delicious goodies of which I purchased too many as gifts and subsequently pilfered.

Not much going on. I'm completely shopped and wrapped for Xmas. Did you hear that? I was done last Saturday. Unless you count the one gift that hasn't arrived. And the mug we painted which has to be fired and won't be ready until too late for me to get it before Xmas. Oh well.

I'm excited. Are you ready? Tell me in the comments.