|Mint ice cream, a funfetti cake mix with funfetti icing, and a bag of Twizzlers|
I made a special trip to the store earlier this evening, and this is what was in the bag when I got home. Granted, I walked the 1/2 mile to the store with Evie (some exercise for me, and some fresh air for her), but I had absolutely no purpose in going to the grocery store other than going for a walk.
Someone please call the Betty Crocker clinic. I think I need junk food rehab.