Two things I should never have in my home: Peanut (or almond) M&Ms or Praline Pecan ice cream.

I’m better off zooming past the freezer section. Then, all I have to face is the check-out lane and those little bags of candy titillating the consumer, knowing the weak souls we are.

Last night, Coco and I finished off about six mini-bags of M&Ms while watching the Decorating Channel and chirping at the television screen our two-cents about the so-so modern/cottage design. O.k., so I had four bags and Coco had two. But it’s over and done for now. Yet tomorrow I must shop again.