Well, here we go again. Dad's been in the Christmas cookies at work, even though he's been working hard (bull) to maintain his awesomely youthful physique (more bull) and well-toned muscular structure (no idea where THAT came from!). Last week one of the women he works with made some delicious cookies for everyone, and dad struggled throughout the day to keep from opening the box before he got home, where he knew he'd have to share them with mom.
The other night mom and dad went to a party at work, where there were more cookies. They both pretty much behaved themselves, though. And then yesterday dad spotted a box of chocolate-covered cherries on a desk and couldn't help himself. He only ate one. Okay, maybe it was two. I think he told mom he only had one, so we'll just leave it at that. Mom says dad's like a kid in a candy store, and she has to watch him like a child. Dad just laughs. And then he'll sit there and rub his stomach and bitch about his weight.