Right in the middle of my snack...

my kid checked the mail. Ooohh, a black envelope with pretty silver marker. A birthday invite? A wedding invite? What could it be?

What? Get in shape? As I am popping one peanut m&m after another in my mouth? Can't I just be left alone??

Guess the whole thing got a little out of control...believe me puppy, I would share with you if it were a pizza crust. But, hey, dogs can't have chocolate so am forced to finish the "Tear 'n Share" all by myself.