What is with the shrinking size of chocolate bars, and more importantly, those little red frogs packed with artificial colours and flavours that I know are probably going to kill me, but I’m addicted to?
I bought a packet of those share packs, the ones with 15 little chocolate bars in them. They claim to be “fun size”. I call bullshit. They are not fun size.
When I’m in one of those moods and a bit of a scary mumma bear, chocolate is sometimes thrown at me from across the room by my husband as he cowers behind the couch. Ok, so he’s not actually cowering, but I can be pretty scary when I have PMS 🙂
Chocolate is good for the soul. But those damn little “fun size” chocolate bars are not. Instead of having one, thinking “yep, I’m good now”, you find yourself eating several. Then you feel guilty for eating several of them.
Size does matter.
I love red frogs. I used to live on them when I was studying at uni. Between red frogs, coffee, bananas and pretzels, that is what got me through exam time and assignments. I still love red frogs now if I want to get a decent chunk of writing done. But the latest red frogs are tiny. Seriously, they are half the size of what they used to be. And it just pisses me off.
Small things, I know. First world problems, I know. I should be grateful. But instead I find myself wearing my cranky pants.
What has got you wearing your cranky pants recently? Please let it be over something stupid like the size of chocolate bars or red frogs, or I’ll feel incredibly shallow 🙂
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