April 17, 2007

I can still smell it.

There is nothing like a reminder of your mistakes, that little something that sticks with you long after its over and you've "moved on"....

Obviously, I mean than in a deeper sense, but since I don't particularly want to go into that- I'll tell you the less deep meaning:

I was lying on my back listening to praise music and reading blogs when I got this incredible desire for chocolate ( darn those stupid people that talk about cupcakes on their blogs! that's just rude!)
And being the resourceful girl that I am I mentally went through my fridge and pantry and realized that chocolate covered stawberries were a possibility....

Of course, if your IMPATIENT like me...and you decide to melt the chocolate "fast" than you'll find yourself with a burnt tongue, scrubbing a stubborn saucepan that has burnt chocolate incrusted upon it about five minutes after starting the whole process.

My house still smells like burnt chocolate, even with the windows open.

I'm going to go cry now...

2 comments:

Paul James said...

you're life could SOO be made into a comic strip. Never a dull moment :-)

Brett said...

Hmmm. What an interesting idea... I'd certainly read it.