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.
During our no-AC-heat-wave the other week, I was extra cranky. Which meant I ate a lot of chocolate.
Starting with a chocolate leftover from Valentine’s Day:
Make someone melt today.
I had to lick the wrapper clean because the chocolate was melty.
Obviously, I got someone else’s chocolate because I was the one who was melting. Jerks….
Annoyed that the chocolate wronged me, I bought popsicles. Worried that they may have melted the second I walked inside, I shoved them in the freezer to refreeze before partaking.
To kill time, I ate another melty chocolate, which said, “Happiness never decreases by being shared.”
Whoa. Maybe that first chocolate was mine. Now I had two choices:
- Hoard all of the popsicles and make someone melt today. Bwahahahaha!
- Share the popsicles and their freezy goodness.
So I shared the popsicles with my coworkers. After all, the box had 12. So 9 lucky coworkers got popsicles. Yes, I had 3. Don’t judge.
Favorite Comment From Last Post: “Huh. I thought cats needed to be hung to dry. Boy do I feel stupid….”—ttgeorges1123
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