Bad things happen when you hang out with the Chocolate Fountain Fairy Godmother (hereinafter referred to as the CFFG). She has these hairbrained IDEAS and then you find yourself at the shop, making Mommy Needs a Glass of Wine chocolate bars and Mommy Needs Chocolate chocolate bars and Mommy Needs a Cocktail chocolate bars. And did I mention the girl? The martini girl? She is TOO CUTE for words. At a whopping 3 oz. of chocolate, you just want to lie down and die after eating her. These little numbers. Better. It is too crazy. Then you look at the clock and you realize you have 20 minutes to get home and it is gonna take you at least 25 minutes. And her latest get-rich-quick-scheme? I don’t even want to tell you. I’ll tell you what. If I end up on Oprah for that hairbrained scheme instead of the MNAC party scheme….I’ll be just fine with it.
But back to these chocolate bars. You can buy them wherever you find Mommy Needs a Cocktail (looking at your house, SATGS!!! and hell, you people in Richmond at the Bizarre Bazaar the week after next). AND…..if you have a MNAC party (or any variation thereof–for all you non-drinkers having the chocolate parties!!). I know. I KNOW!!! Sky, you said to make Mama proud. I can’t do any better than this….
On a lighter note, my children are insane. Remember when I said they were working together and using their collective powers for evil? Oh, it’s getting worse. The Baby’s skill level in walking is directly proportional to the amount of trouble the two of them get into these days. Someone got the crazy idea to get the Cheerio’s down from the top of the cabinet in the dining room. I don’t know why they were there, but needless to say, they are now all over the living room floor. It seems that after The Boy took his handful, he graciously gave the rest of the COSTCO-SIZED bag to his brother. His brother proceeded to take large handfuls out and put them in the seat of his highchair. Apparently saving them for later. Then he got bored with putting his hand in the bag (what with it being so exhausting) and he just began to shake the 50 oz. bag until the Cheerios got enough velocity going to fly out the top of the bag. His father? Thought it was brilliant. While not his first (or second or even 10th choice), the dog appears somewhat grateful. Sadly, I was on the couch watching the entire thing. Yelling “NO SIR” with my outside voice but lacking the energy/conviction to, would it be “punish” him for his dastardly behavior? All while he is laughing maniacally. That one is smart. Keep mom up all night and she’ll be too tired to rip that huge ass bag of Cheerios out of your hand while you send them cascading over furniture.
Oh, and Tony brought home some Jersey eclairs. I have to roll to bed now. Thank you very much.