Peanut Butter and Other Cups of Interest...

Have you ever noticed how the best things in life come in cups?

You know where I’m headed with this, right? If you’ve read any of my previous DBs you probably think you do, because I am addicted to certain things that come in cups.

And this can apply to either sex, in a way, so not to worry. But of course my focus is on those two wonderful mounds of goodness I can’t seem to get enough of. Such luscious creamy smoothness. You know what I mean. They come in pairs, of varying sizes.

That’s right…

Peanut Butter Cups.

Now, c’mon what did you think I was gonna say?

I ate an entire huge Peanut Butter Cup bunny left over from Easter the other night. My niece had left it on the counter. Her bad. I can’t be trusted around anything that comes in cups. Except cup of soup. I leave that alone. And protective cups…no thanks.

And for all those who thought I was going elsewhere with this cup thing…yes, Peanut Butter Cups are my second favorite thing that comes in cups. My first?

Well, I’m sure no one will need 36 guesses to figure it out…