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?