Old Mother Hubbard

My house was out of chocolate.

I know I know, impossible, but true.

and I got a little desperate

and a little snippy (ok, a LOT snippy).


While my mother was visiting, I brought in all of my best chocolate bars for her to try... and then ate them. all. I did let her try them. a little.

I was digging through every hiding place and the best I could find was a Cadbury's Freddo bar that I had pinched out of the kids' Easter basket.

Quite a disappointment after three weeks of a gourmet chocolate coma.

So today while thinking I was going to have to drink a gallon of ovaltine to fix my craving, I suddenly remembered Mikki.

Mikki had a giveaway a while back and all you had to do to win a fabulous goodie box was to reveal previously undisclosed quirks about yourself.

We all know I have NO shame, so I inundated her email with things one needs never know about moi. It was fun. Since you didn't ask, the random fact that won was:"Fact: I like Steve. I never liked Joe."

But the fun really began when she told me that a box was coming my way!

It arrived during the mother-visit chaos and was tucked away in a safe place for proper photos to be taken-- thus my very rude and delayed response in posting about it.

Can you believe the gold mine in here? How fun is this?

THANK YOU MIKKI!

That's chocolate in there among the pretty cards, stationary, quirky salt and pepper shakers for our BBQ table and other cute things.

This was the last time J2 was able to use his right hand as he reached for my chocolate.
Silly boy, he's 10, he should know by now NEVER to reach for a woman's chocolate. Living dangerously.

So crisis over, the world is rosy again.

I'm thinking I need to load up on my chocolate--in the interest of doing a post about chocolate, of course.

Just looking out for you, as always.