I will not eat any blueberry muffins tonight.
I made them for breakfast tomorrow. The whole family will have delicious vanilla blueberry muffins waiting for them because I didn't eat them tonight.
I am going to ignore the siren song wafting from my kitchen, gently calling out to me. "Come have a muffin, it'll be okay. You want to taste one while we are warm out of the oven don't you? You can stop at one...or maybe have two. Or three. You know, why not just make some tasty peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for breakfast? Then we can all be yours..."
I swear to all that is holy in this world, it is like twelve little paper cups full of heroin in there.
Damned delicious, taunting muffins.