This weekend, I faced a terrible dilemma.
Could I eat something so cute?
I felt a twinge of guilt for even contemplating the notion.
But then something terrible came over me, and I…
I was surprised at how easy it was to eat pretzel whiskers dipped in frosting.
Once I got a taste, I had to have more.
My guilt suddenly vanished.
It was replaced with a deep, abiding hunger.
I don’t even feel guilty.
Does that make me a bad person?