The Feminine me called and stupidly I took the call...

Me: Dinner at HuHot Mongolian Grill sure was good.

Feminine Me: I could sure go for a Ben & Jerry's Peace Pop

Me: uh, yeah, remember the fall tour when you ate that crap everynight and gained 10lbs?

Feminine Me: Yeah, but maybe just tonight.

Me: Yes, but remember how you cut sugar completely out of your diet and lost all that fat and then some, and how good you now feel?

Feminine Me: Yes, but I promise to go back on the program tomorrow.

Me: OK, but you can only have a Peace Pop or a Dove bar, no settling, you won't be happy with some Klondike crap.

Later that evening after going to no less than 5 gas stations in Billings, MT, all of which have entered into a dark oath to not carry Peace Pops or Dove Bars...

Me: Too bad we couldn't find a Peace Pop.

Feminine Me: (fighting back the tears) Can I just have a dove candy bar then?

Me: I guess.

So now here I am eating a dove candy bar (I actually got talked into buying two, man me thought they were too small for just one to be satisfying) watching Spanglish. I'm a woman again, the road does it to me. Send help.