See this box?
It is my nemesis. My Kryptonite.
These little bite-sized squares of cheesy goodness have been ruining my afternoons at work.
Because I can't stop eating them.
No matter what.
|The baby or the Cheez-Its, guess which one I'd save?|
I always know when it hits 4pm on a workday.
Because I start thinking about these Crack-bits.
|My Pavlovian response.|
And then it's game over between me and the vending machine.
It wins my money every time.
Oh, cheesy crack, why are you so good?
What are you really made of?
Is it weird that I just wrote a whole blog post about Cheez-Its?
Evidence of my love affair with this crack.
Does this happen to anyone else?