Blasted!

The annual chocolate-sale for school has started today. I hate the chocolate sale. As in hate it. Because the school wants all the children to sell at least 3 cases of chocolate. 3. Times 3 boys is 9. 9 cases of chocolate. Which we have to keep away from Shaggy. Who is walking a very thin line at the moment because for the past few nights, he's been sneaking downstairs and getting into his Harvest Party candy and eating it in bed. And hiding the evidence under his bed. I knew there was a reason why he was miserable. So if he's caught with any chocolate, he's done selling.

So today was supposed to be a very mild day. In the teens (celcius) mild. And it somewhat is and somewhat isn't. And the kids have gone out selling their chocolate this afternoon with Tigger dressed only in his spring coat. Tigger - the child who has no meat on his bones. So I called the school and as luck would have it, his group was going selling in the next town and they had to drive right by our house. So I asked if they could stop in and I'd give Tigger his warmer coat. So they did. And I bought 2 boxes of candy for their trouble. And now I'm eating mine. And I can feel it collecting on my hips. And I'm starting to get that chocolate headache from eating too much not-very-good chocolate. Hey, all chocolate is not-very-good after you've had chocolate from Europe. Sigh.

My box of chocolate's that Husband bought for me when he went to Europe last March: Doesn't it make your mouth water??? You have no idea how delectable it was!