Chocolate

Nothing on the earth was ever created which is so creamy, versatile, desirable, or satisfying as chocolate. It can be made into drinks, cakes, cookies, pies, breads, and candy. Though I have not tried it yet they say it comes in a (corn) chip now too.
Chocolate calms the mind and soothes the soul. No PMS anywhere can defeat it's effect completely. It makes most of the problems in life seem just a little less irritating. When I eat a really good chocolate I am transported to my special place where it's quiet and all is right with the world.
Love is a fleeting thing on earth. Men may or may not be there tomorrow. Youth and beauty are illusions which fade. Your weight changes, lines appear on your skin, everything on your body heads south. Health is a gift which can be taken away with a single germ or genetic flaw. But as long as trees grow, there will be some lovely man somewhere with a spoon making me a nosh. And.. as long as I draw breath, I'll eat chocolate.
So, Tobi doesn't like Meercats, Brittany wants to listen to icky music, and Sarah doesn't like the color pink. Everyone likes chocolate. Everyone who counts to me anyway.

The back of the brown shorts

The back of the pink shorts

This is my favorite

Ha I figured it out

Xandra is back!!!

Yay!! Xandra is back. We are going to pick her up tomorrow!! I bought her a couple of outfits for school and here they are..maybe if I can attach them.
Ha and double Ha!! I did it. Not well, but done.

School is in Hurrah Hurrah!!

Today school started. Yay!!! The first thing I'm going to do is throw a back-to-school party. Just me and my pillow, well maybe the cat too. No kids, no incessant requests for food and drink, no complaints of being bored, no Wii, no playstation games, ahhhhhhhh. Nobody in my house will be allowed to watch anything with Spongebob's name in the title for several hours. There will be no "Chochat milt". And above all NO ONE is going to break wind and tell me how cool it sounded. (Can you tell we have 2 boys living with us?)
These are the moments I live for. If I could, I would throw rose petals at the bus wheels. Let the solitude begin.