I was going to write this post, asking you not to judge me because I have eaten fudge for breakfast the last two day. One was chocolate fudge, and one was cherry fudge. Tomorrow will be peanut butter fudge. Yep, there will be a third day of fudge consumption for breakfast. I mean, going to Door County to fudge shop is a relatively rare experience, so I don't feel all that guilty about my choices. I have also woken up for work before my kids, so they don't see me either. That's a positive.
And then I realized that fudge and judge rhyme...
The post title became Fudge Judge, even though that doesn't even make much sense. It's ok if you judge me for that. :)