David got into my very secret, oh so sacred, gigantic Toblerone bar that I bought at Marshall's for 5.99.
I have been doling it out to myself bit by luscious bit.
All day long I have been thinking about that chocolate.
It was a frustrating day. I had a great plan to make a pumpkin pie, and I should clarify, I did make a pumpkin pie. When I came to the part about adding the evaporated milk I noticed that the milk looked a little weird, but hey, I only use the stuff once a year, maybe it always looks weird.
Anyway, into the oven it went. I began cleaning up and pouring out the remains of the milk in the sink, which is when I realized that the milk was more than weird- it was bad. A huge clump of yuck plopped out into the sink. Then I checked the expiration date on the milk. January 2005. Oops.
That is how I found myself at Whole Foods two days before Thanksgiving to buy a pie that was botulism free. There I endured the whining of one child who wanted a mortgage payments worth of sushi and another child who wanted a cartload of carbohydrates.
Then it was back home to do a big clean and catch up on all of the laundry, which is when I noticed that we were out of cat food. Sigh.
Also, I have two zits.
Was anything catastrophic? Did anyone die? No. These are all the complaints of the middle class housewife.
But dammit I count on that chocolate to be there for me! It keeps me sane! And happy!
Reader, he almost finished it!!!! There was hardly any left!
I am trying to be mature and I am sure I will find it in my heart to forgive him.