My husband has a serious problem, and so do I apparently. He somehow convinced me it was a good idea to have chocolate chip cookies and caramel popcorn for Sunday dinner. Okay, so by convince I mean suggest. But really, I've never met anyone with a bigger sweet tooth than this guy. He paces the floor if we don't have sweets in the house, and he can eat the biggest dinner and 10 minutes later go to the cupboards. "Are you still hungry Case?" "No, I'm just craving sweets now." More power to him if he can keep a slender figure and down a bag of candy in one sitting.