Happy New Year!

I woke up this morning with a sore knee and a caramel wrapper on my nightstand. The sore knee (from spinning) was unusual. The caramel wrapper was not (although the number of wrappers was. I managed to throw out the others before hitting the hay.)

You could say, “One caramel wrapper is nothing.”
”It was New Year’s Eve.”
”Don’t be so hard on yourself.”

Thanks for the encouraging words, but the truth is that candy wrappers, bowls of eaten ice cream, Sour Patch Kids bags and any number of downed desserts are a mainstay in my apartment.

These are my version of empties.