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He’s a ferrety ferret. A hider of sweet things. He’s like a crack addict when it comes to lollies, sweet, desserts and candies. He’s a sugar addict pre-rehab. He works hard so the calories burn off him. Mostly. so even though I really, really hate that sugary stuff, I let him be. I’ve taken it out of our food pretty much everywhere else, so I let the man be.

Clearly though. I’ve been too strict.

He’s gone into hiding.

Gone underground with his stash.

Which is all kinds of weird for a grown man in his own house, right?

Sorry babe, it is!

But really, when it comes down to it, it’s my fault, isn’t it. Does anyone remember how badly I reacted in my second week of quitting sugar when he brought home a dozen Krispy Kreme doughnuts? I lost my head a little but in the end all it did was proved to me that without sugar in my life I just didn’t crave it any more. But it set a precedent. I told him it was absolutely not supportive and crap to bring that stuff into the house. So now, he hides it.

Wait.

That’s not better at all, is it?

Now he’s a sneaky ferret?

A candy filled, sneaky ferret.

The sneaky bit is his fault. Mostly.

Decide for us Sugers, whose fault is this? Who turned Hubby into a sneaky candy ferret?