Melted Chocolate

Well, it's the season of melted chocolate bars found (forgotten ) in our cars. It's like camping and fighting to keep the smores from falling apart and going all over ones face. Its like taking a new partner on a first date and it always turns out to be with the long pasta & red sauce pasta with meatballs; there's no easy or polite way to eat without making a mess, even a small one. Like with a Hershey's bar, you have to get the melted brown goodie off the wrapper, because 40% of the treat is on the inside of the wrapper. We hope no one is watching us attack the melted treat, but we know that someone is watching and laughing while thinking to themselves "Oo that looks yummy, I want one." We continue to attack that melted mess with true desire and give up trying to be nice about it and go for the gusto to finish it off. We do our best to make sure none of the cooled pieces have fallen on our nice clothes while pulling the wrapper completely open to get all the goody. Once done and the wrapper is safe in the trash can, we proceed to wet a corner of a towel or napkin with some water and wash the missing chocolate off our face that we can't feel is there, because our whole face feels sticky with chocolate. That was yummy, totally worth the hassle. :)

See you tomorrow & keep doing the work

Hugs