Ick, that bites. I hate it when having a weak moment at work and I walk by a co-workers desk and they have bags of candy sitting out.
Not really looking forward to Mother's Day as it means another reason for my family to have a holiday dessert that I don't want any part of. Once upon a time, my stepmother would have kept my part separate of any cake or pie she made, freeze it if I didn't eat it, or forgot it. And then the next time I walked into her house, she'd be chasing me with the frozen dessert. I don't mean to be rude, but I'm prepared to tell her I will throw it away if she sends it home with me.