Jami Versus the Yummy Fudge

The fudge, it taunts me from the kitchen. The Husband, sweetheart that he is, made me a batch of super-delicious homemade fudge. It's a late Valentine's treat and it's soooo yummy. I can't walk by it. I can't go near the kitchen because it's in there and if I get within 10 feet of it, I have to cut a little piece off and eat it. I am powerless against its chocolatey goodness. I may end up just eating the entire batch just to end the battle. I mean, if it's gone, I win, right? I have to go. The fudge is calling.