This never ends, does it? Today at the grocery store there were shelves full of leftover candy, marked down. Even the Cadbury eggs. I rolled my cart past & actually had a physical memory of biting into an egg & my mouth being flooded with creamy goodness. (Oh dear. This sounds so sexual. :-O) I kept going. I didn't buy anything. I'm vulnerable to sale items. It comes from my frugal family & particularly from my mother ("How much did you pay for that? Was it marked down?"). But I kept going. And my mind was soon on other things.

I'm happy to see this is the first year I didn't indulge. My daughter's sugar sensitivity kept me away.