Oh Pepper, oh pepper, oh....

(Anyone remember that junior high square dancing song, Oh Johnny Oh? Or the akwardness that was having to learn to square dance in junior high. And touch the sweaty hands of boys? I was so excited in High School when in my dance class, we got to teach the junior high schoolers to do the Hustle, because that was so much cooler. I feel I saved them from the horrible experience of square dancing, and so was doing a great service to mankind.)

Yes, so for those who don't eat with me on a regular basis or are otherwise unaware, I have an addiction. One that just might rival that of my love for Diet Coke. I cover everything in pepper. I'm talking everything. And smother, as in restricting the foods ability to breathe. So much so that when I eat with my coworkers at the cafeteria, by the time I sit myself down, there are usually 3 pepper shakers at my seat. Because my coworkers think it's funny.

My issue today, is that it might be time for an intervention. It just occurred to me that I have, in my purse, not just pepper, but a Peppercorn Medley Grinder. and it has been in my purse for at least two days now. And has been used on several occasions. There has to be something terribly wrong with that. But there is nothing wrong with the smell of freshly ground peppercorns, because that is just heavenly.