Confessions of a Chocolate Lover
Oh chocolate how I love thee, I want to show you in so many ways.
It's the crack of dawn and the coffee is on, but the kids are already driving me crazy. I drop you into the hot liquid goodness and watch you dissolve and I'm ready to stand on my own two feet.
Now that you're flowing through my blood stream I don't feel quite so compelled to tie my kids to a tree. Oh no, the hubby just called, but you're on the job, now I won't have to hit him over the head with a log.
Chocolate you are always there for me in every way, whether it is taste, touch or smell, at night or in day.
I can hide you away until it's time to come out to play. A small bite here and another there and no I don't like to share.
A tear rolls down my eye as the last bite goes good-bye and then I remember there's a Seven-Eleven nearby.
As I enter the door, the clerk asks with a grin even though he knows what I'm after to begin with and grins "How may I help you?" And I say
Chocolate please, not cheddar cheese all I want is Hershey Bars stacked up to my knees. A snack attack is past where I'm at, I can build a chocolate shack that will move Willy Wonka off the map.
Chocolate, Chocolate, Chocolate everywhere I see, hopefully Weight Watchers don't admit me. Chocolate candy, chocolate cake, chocolate donuts, Oh I can't wait. I'll have a dozen of this and a dozen of that I really don't care if my butt gets fat.
No matter what is said in the end CHOCOLATE will always be a woman's best friend.
