Good thing I never got one of those talking scales from the Sharper Image catalog . . .
Because if I did, mine would be saying, "Girlfriend, what? Did you think you could make a batch of triple layer cookie bars for the kids over the weekend, eat half the pan, and NOT gain a pound?"
[Mmmmmm, the carmelly goodness smushed in between two layers of chocolate chip cookie.]
Either Betty Crocker is now adding something to her chocolate chips, or my willpower is at an all time low.
I think from now on it is safer to not bring such items into my home on the off chance that I will feel like baking on a Saturday night, using the fact that the kids have cousins sleeping over as an excuse.