Pepperidge Farm Cakes Are Gonna Be the Death of Me . . .
Okay, I'm doing great with my Lenten plan to walk three times a week. BUT it doesn't help when a Pepperidge Farm refrigerator cake is staring at me, beckoning me to "take just one more bite, Cheryl... just one more." (and I know, I know... I'm the one that bought her! It's really all my fault!)
It's apparent that Scout also is seduced by her charming ways. Together we've eaten four pieces today!!