My Secret Addiction, A Confession

I fell off the wagon last week.

And now I've done it two more times.

Yes, I've been driving thru White Castle.

I don't care what anyone thinks, I love, love, love those little burgers! Especially the soft buns and the warm pickles.

Baby Daughter jokingly told me she wanted to go there for dinner one night, since it was just the two of us (Husband/Dad was working and Little D was off at camp). She didn't really mean it, because my love for WCs is the family joke. And Husband/Dad says that unless I'm pregnant I can't justify eating there.

Well, I'm not. And he wasn't there to object. So, I took Baby D.

Turns out, she's never had a White Castle slider!!! She just claimed to hate them because of all the bad-mouthing from Husband/Dad!!

What's more, she liked them... with catsup... which I don't understand, because I'm a purist.

Regardless, I took Little D, on our way back from Girl Scout camp Friday, becuase I told her they now had pulled pork--and that's what she was dying for after a week of campfire food. She liked the BBQ sliders.

Now, this afternoon, Baby D and I were running errands after church, and she talked me into AGAIN!! I guess I'm addicted again.

Hey, it's cheaper than the Starbucks addiction I know a lot of other people have!!