guarding the candy

I ran to the grocery store on Sunday morning. Literally. I threw on a backpack, ran to Ingles and ran home. I'm considering this a success for several reasons: a) i made it home alive, b) i had correct change and c) i only partially damaged Josh's chocolate-iced doughnut :)

While shopping for the necessities (tomatoes and english muffins) I was going to grab some trail mix (against my better weight-watchers judgement) when I realized that my mix of choice was under intense guard.

I did want the trailmix with the m&ms and the mini-marshmallows, but I wasn't about to take on a plastic dinosaur. I didn't want them that bad.