Earlier today, during a fit of pure boredom, I devoured the remaining 1/4 of a chocolate bar that had been in the cabinet for a week or so.  (It wasn’t even that good.  But, you know, it was chocolate.)  I sat at the kitchen table, breaking off the little rectangles while checking in with some of my favorite websites.  I ate without even thinking about it, sometimes dropping a little bit of chocolate onto myself here and there.

It wasn’t until just a few minutes ago that I noticed that I not only had chocolate on the front of my shirt, but also on the crotch of my pants.  Can you imagine how that looked?  Luckily, I haven’t gone anywhere today — except to walk the dog — and I do not think anyone noticed my chocolate covered self.   And since I wasn’t seen, I guess I can feel better about the whole thing. 

Still, if you happen to see my dignity, could you send it on back to me?  I think I lost it sometime in the late 90’s, so, really, it could be anywhere by now.


One response to this post.

  1. HA! This is totally something I would do!


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