Oh yes, I have one. And there's more than just chocolate in there. There's potato chips, granola bars, gum and Starbucks Frappuccino. I don't tell anyone where it is, not even Mike, and when they see me eating something from my stash, I tell them there is no more.
I am an evil mom.
You would think I'd feel guilty, but I don't. It's the only way I get anything even remotely satisfying in this house.
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