I'm sorry/You're welcome

If you know me at all, you know my drugs of choice are cheesecake, chocolate, and Diet Dr. Pepper. Recently, I've been introduced to a new version of drug, more specifically a new candy bar. It is a candy bar so rich and scrumptious that you will not be able to resist. If you're partial to your size 6 jeans, run away now. If you want to experience the chocolaty goodness that I now need a daily fix of, BEHOLD. . .Seriously, I feel like I'm pushing the chocolate equivalent of heroin. . .

chocolate. . .not just for adults

Howdy, all. Well, we have a new word at our house, and the knee-high kiddo is using it repeatedly. Since Kady's mama is a chocoholic (SURPRISE--I know many of you are just now learning this. . .), we have lots of chocolate in the house. I've been pretty sparing thus far in feeding it to her--gotta save it for ME! : ) Anyway, blame the summer, rough week, whatever. . .Kady is now convinced this sweet, brown, taste of heaven is wonderful and should accompany EVERYTHING!!

We walked in last night, and she headed to the fridge. She began to pull on the door and say, "choc, choc, want choc." (She had chocolate milk the night before.) Then, I made the mistake of eating chocolate ice cream for dessert. (Blame the shoulder-high kiddo! He can read and has learned to spot chocolate from 100 yards--smart kid, that one!) Sssssssooooooooo, Kady is now saying, "ice choc, ice choc, mommy, want ice choc, ice choc, mommy!!!" Well, maybe I can move part of the stash to work. . .