Remember how I’m taking the Chocolate Challenge and doing everything the chocolate tells me to do?
Now my mom is joining in on the fun.
She came over for dinner, and afterwards…
Thoughtsy’s Mom: May I have one of your chocolates?
Thoughtsy: Sure. But save the wrapper. You need to do whatever it tells you to do.
Thoughtsy’s Mom: ::unwraps chocolate and pops it in her mouth::
Thoughtsy: What does it say?
Indulge in dark.
Thoughtsy’s Mom: “Indulge in dark.” What does that mean?
Thoughtsy: It means…you have to sleep with a Black man.
Thoughtsy’s Mom: ?????
Thoughtsy: It’s ok. I can take this one for you.
Tuesday and Wednesday work was hot. And when I got home after work…my apartment’s AC was broken. Of course. Welcome to my life.
The heat sent me into an extreme sloth-like state. Because it was too hot to make my own decisions, I decided to put the responsibility on someone else.
Remember when the Dove chocolate gave me a sign? Well…I’ve decided to let chocolate dictate my life.
That’s right: a dessert dictator. It was that or the Magic 8 Ball.
I’m saving all the wrappers from my Dove chocolate, and I’m doing what the chocolate tells me to do.
This is the first wrapper:
Do what feels right. Obviously, it felt right to eat the lower left corner of the wrapper.
What feels right is…to have another piece of chocolate.
The next wrapper said:
Indulge your every whim.
This confirmed that the second piece was ok.
I think I’m going to like this challenge.
Have a great weekend! I’ll be in Pittsburgh, so let me know what to check out while I’m there.
Favorite Comment From Last Post: “Be careful, Thoughtsy. One minute you’re posting a pic of your hot, sweaty thighs, the next you’re addicted to sexting. Slippery slope….”—BluzDude
Recently, I went hunting. For Carrot Cake M&Ms.
You: Whoa, Thoughtsy! Those sound amazing! Where can I find them?
I don’t know. I can tell you where I did not find them: two local Walmarts, a Target, a CVS, an end of a rainbow, and four grocery stores.
Just like the Candy Corn Oreos. I never found those either.
I was beginning to think that God hated me.
Or that the blogging world had turned on me.
All of You: Let’s make up yummy candy that doesn’t exist just to mess with Thoughtsy!
Then…this came in the mail:
Thank you, Heather at SugarDishMe, for the Carrot Cake M&Ms! You are super awesome! I dropped a thank-you gift in the mail yesterday.
Sunday night I made Carrot Cake Magic Bars. Deeeeelicious.
Tonight…Cream Cheese and Carrot Cake M&Ms Cookies.
Favorite Comment From Last Post: “If someone asks about your eyes, I think you should just tilt your head slightly and stare silently at them.”—Laura
It’s that time of year again. Time to overindulge on Cadbury Creme Crack Eggs.
I love that crack-filled chocolatey goodness, but the sugar…it disorients me. It allows me to get too easily distracted…by Peeps.
Their colorfulness draws me closer and closer. So preeeetty….
Then I think: I like marshmallow. And I like sugar. So I must like Peeps, right?
No. No, I don’t.
Me Pre-Pop-Tart. It’s not pretty.
Confession #2: I don’t like Peeps.
I know, I know. It doesn’t make sense. One possible explanation is
the texture that I feel guilty biting the heads off of little fake animals. But exploding them in the microwave, that’s totally fine.
Favorite Comment From Last Post: “WHEW! What a relief. At first glance I thought you and The Hipster had crabs. And I couldn’t, for the life of me, understand why you would blog about it.”—SandyLand