All of this forced stay-at-homeness is playing havoc with the human female’s resolve to exercise more and eat less. Can you say, “sedentary snacker”?
She’s tried to keep the sweets out of the house, and to be fair, I haven’t seen a lot of cookies or cake around here recently. She did, however, buy a bag of marshmallows, for when she wants “just a little something sweet.” Mmm hmm. “They’re mostly air, anyways,” she says.
Uh, huh. Keep telling yourself that.
It’s summer, and it’s Texas, and that means ants. If it’s dry, they come in looking for water, and if it’s wet outside, they come in to get dry, and if there is a food molecule available, they come in for a visit. Recently, a non-bitey but annoying sort of minuscule black ant has become common here.
I think you can see where this is going…
Did I accidentally-on-purpose loosen the twist-tie on your bag of puffy self-delusion?
Just being hospitable, ma’am.