So the fudge sat there on the edge of my desk. Mocking me. And I had to work late. Fudge said, “just take a little pull of soft gooey fudge.” Oh, little Fudgey, that sounds so nice. “Think of all the time you will save, I’m right here. You can just eat me.” But Fudge, I want to save a little for Michelle and Joe to try. I mean, I can’t eat a whole pound of fudge. “True.” said Fudge. “You should save a little.” And so I ate some, and saved a little. But then I felt a little bad about it. I mean. All I ate all day was 7/8 pound of fudge. I thought, “I need some nutrition.” So, I cracked open my Women’s One A Day, and washed that horse pill down with a can of delicious Coke. All better now.