I'm just a mess. I can't have it in my house. Anything chocolate is just bad news. I bought a chocolate Snoopy advent calendar for Meg's son. But one day after buying it last weekend, I opened it and ate some of the candy. So now I couldn't give it to him. I kind of used the excuse like, oh, it looks like the packaging is a little ripped in the corner. Let me check. And I'm like, oh, it looks damaged. Maybe I'll just get him another one. It's not even time for advent. No, it's not. You buy him now. Well, now it's cool. But I'm saying you don't eat him now. Well, no, but I was supposed to hold on to it and give them to them in a certain day. But now, according to the advent calendar I have, there's only two days till Christmas because I ate all the chocolate. Like, you're not supposed to eat peppermint patty until Christmas Eve, but she was the first one I ate. Now I'm all the way up to Franklin, and I realized I just can't bring chocolate into my house. Snoopy's advent calendar looks like it's last year's.