Oh, Boy. Get The Confessional Ready.

I don’t often do this. I’m not in the habit of posting or endorsing products on my blog. Hear me clearly. I am only posting this on my blog today because I realized rather quickly after my cousin posted the above photo on Facebook that I’m in real danger.

D-A-N-G-E-R.

I’m fearing that my waistline might expand. There should have been a warning in the forecast.

C-A-U-T-I-O-N.

In fact, I’m pretty sure I feel it expanding from simply looking at the photograph of it.

N-O-T   F-A-I-R.

Can you believe the nerve of Ben & Jerry? (I know…they no longer own the company, but I’m blaming them anyway. They started the damn thing in the first place. Besides, it just feels better to blame people rather than a company. It somehow makes it funnier, so, please, just indulge me and play along. Let’s try again…)

N-O-T   F-A-I-R.

Ben & Jerry. They are not Italian men; what is the meaning behind these two guys making something as sinful as this? And they don’t even believe in the sacrament of penance and Catholic confession.

“Bless me Father, for I have sinned. I ate two whole containers of Ben & Jerry’s cannoli ice cream in one sitting. And I’m on Weight Watchers.”

LIFE IS N-O-T  F-A-I-R.

This latest “sweet treat” invention is not going to bode well for two main reasons:

1. I love ice cream.
2. I love cannolis.

If you can come up with a happy ending for me by the weekend, let me know. Otherwise, I’ll be driving to the nearest supermarket to pick up a pint. Or two. Let’s hope I stop at two. I’ll still have time to repent.

Confessions are heard on Saturdays.