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.


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?


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