I’m regrettably sorry, but I think that it is time that we part ways. I really don’t want to, but I think it will be for the best…just for a little while. I’m going to miss your comfort every night. You paired so nicely with my unwind glass of wine, but you see, you’re a processed food. You have always been a great companion for the end of my day. Your little smiles looking up at me from the bowl. However, I’m going to get serious and try “eating clean.” I’m pretty good at this for the most part, but I fail when it comes to you. I just need you out of my life for a little while. It’s going to be hard, but I already have a support system in place. Some motivational people in my life. Unfortunately, since we are parting ways, you will be divorcing my children as well. I don’t have the will power to keep a bag of your baked deliciousness in the house. Heck, when we were near the bottom of the bag I would hide it from the kids so I could enjoy them in the evening. I found a substitute, but nothing will compare to you. The pistachios truly seem to be mocking me. Look at them, they look like they’re laughing! I’ll miss you tender smile. Till we meet again.
This just doesn’t compare to my wine and Goldfish.