Stocking Stuffers

Christmas has come and gone. We exchanged gifts Friday night at my parents house, yesterday morning at Jeff's parents, and then with each other when we arrived home last night. From the simplest gifts Jeff got me, I know he is trying to sabotage me.

First came the stocking stuffers.

Jeff knows darn well I will not be baking any chocolate and peanut butter chipped cookies. I will tear these bags open and eat theses chips five handfuls a day until they suddenly disappear. I can't help it. Some would call it a lack of self control. 

However, there is one thing that I seem to have even less self control around. I've discussed it before and I really and truly have an illness: Nut-el-uh

Nutella is the ruler of my world. When it is in the house I cannot concentrate on anything else. I simply have to have it. My way to avoid the Nutella overload is to not buy it. Jeff, on the other hand, thinks I should indulge. Therefore, he bought me, not one, but two, king sized jars of Nutella. I hadn't even known these giant sized tubs even existed.

Since Nutella has a knack for calling my name, I had broken into the first jar less the 12 hours after I had unwrapped them. So yeah, these things that were in my stocking will certainly stuff me!