I hate that I bought a York peppermint patty the other day.  Every time I open the refrigerator I see it staring at me.  It’s saying “Opening me Nick… taste my sweet chocolate, and cool peppermint center”, and then I say “Eww.. Stop acting like Gary Jr.”.   I do plan on eating it one of these days as a gift to myself for doing a good job on…. well something, so don’t get any ideas of coming over and taking it.   I just don’t feel like parting with it, its mine, I found it, it came to me!   Well… what if I’m angry, it’s your fault!  It’s mine!  My own.  My precious.