Okay. It's Valentine's Day, and I don't have a beau, a "special someone" (Wilbur, my papier mache pig does not count), or even a glimmer of romance in my life unless you think watching Sponge Bob Square Pants will substitute for finding Mr. Right. So, when a person doesn't have the warm and fuzzy things, she goes for the sweet and yummy things and that can only mean one thing--CHOCOLATE! Yep. Lots of it. Uh-huh. Mounds of the stuff. Yessireebob. As much as one human being can unwrap and eat in an evening without resembling one of the bratty children in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory....
So here's to all the chocolatiers in the world. I offer my profuse thanks. My lips thank you. My tummy thanks you, and my hips, that are widening as I type, thanks to all the chocolate I've eaten, thank you. The exercise equipment and self-help diet book industries also thank you over and over again. Their mantra after all big holidays, especially this chocolately one, is Ka-ching! Not quite the sound of cupid's arrow, but close....
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Mmmm..... chocolate.
Life is like a box of chocolates...
...it's expensive, not good for you if in excess, but savory and short-lived (if you eat them like -I- do... hee hee).
I believe in inhaling the chocolates. Why prolong the misery of watching the pounds creep on as you delicately eat a chocolate or two a day when you can slam it all on in one fell swoop...and only feel guilty once! Works for me.
You don't think Sponge Bob is romantic???
Sponge Bob is romantic if you're a sea anenome or another sponge. Anyone who wears tidy-whiteys and has a square body doesn't make the list of "Guys I Think Are Hunks" (even though S. Bob is shaped like a hunk of absorbent sea going material).
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