...don't wanna be... All By My Self...
Please come to my cooking blog and join my almost no sugar challenge.
What's your incentive?
I'll get back to you on that one.
How about, if you live around here, I'll make you something extra duper special on my birthday. How's that sound?
If you live far away you'll have to make something extra special for yourself on my birthday.
Not such a bad deal.
Plus, you can whine all about how hard it is to do this, and everyone will feel sorry for you. So it's like a win-win situation. And we can complain about it together while keeping our eyes on each other. Not in a weird sultry way, but a "if you mess up I can mess up too" kind of way. And then we can blame each other for slipping up and accidentally putting oreos in our mouths when really we meant to eat granny smith apples. Mmmmm. Apples dipped in milk. That's what we meant to do anyway.
Otherwise I'll just shame you into it, so you might as well get on now, before I tell everybody that big secret you told me that one time.
HA. You totally know what I'm talking about, don't you.
There's time to eat sugar later. Even Nutella can wait until Christmas, Sydney.