The fans at Schlockfest brought me Nesquik.
“Ah, my old nemesis. I’ve defeated you before.”
I had Sandra hide the stuff where I couldn’t find it when we got home.
Well, just KNOWING IT WAS IN THE HOUSE did me in. I begged, she consented, and I’ve plowed through at least 4000 calories worth of the stuff in three days.
The good news is that it hasn’t killed me yet. The bad news is that the fans bought one of those 80-serving tubs. The worst news is that it’s not 80 servings for me. It’s like 25, or maybe 30.