Friday, February 13, 2009

stealing chocolate


My husband is driving to Iowa tonight to pick up his daughter so I find myself with a few free hours alone which is a rare commodity indeed. Figured I'd better write a post, as I've been neglecting to blog, as promised, on a regular basis.

I bought Patrick a card and a box of chocolates for Valentine's Day and of course now I'm sitting here thinking about said box of chocolates which is stashed out of sight in the closet, but is not, apparently, safe from my very persuasive and somewhat malevolent sweet tooth which is telling me "go ahead and have one or two pieces." You can get him another box tomorrow... or get him something else.. or just go with the card. See?? It's an evil influence.

If I knew I could open that box and manage to pick out the coconut filled chocolate right off the bat, without having to nibble my way through the lesser varieties which aren't really all that inferior since, let's face it, chocolate is chocolate. But if I could zero in and score that coconut piece right away.... then I might just be happy and stop at one. There's even a chance that I could sort of slide the remaining candies around, assuming they're not arranged in one of those concave plastic containers, where each piece fits in like a puzzle, but if they were just loose in the box... I could fix it so that he might not even notice. Or I could just give it to him with a piece missing and smile and shrug and he probably wouldn't really care that much. I'd refrain from claiming the "quality control" excuse because that's just too overused and unfunny and it's exactly what people expect you to say. "Had to make sure they were all right... yuk, yuk, wink, wink, chortle, chortle." Forget that. Maybe I'd just go with the (possibly refreshing), make no apologies, here's your chocolate, enjoy the rest, can I please have another piece (or two), they're really good, approach. Hmmm. It is a pretty big box.

My adorable little black kitty Tara just jumped up in my lap, licked my sweater for a bit, curled up in a ball and settled in. Then she farted. Nice.

It's five o'clock now and I should be getting to the gym but I figure if I go now it will be really crowded and since I do have at least 7 hours of independent time sprawled out ahead of me I can just go a bit later when the general populous has headed home to deal with dinner and proceed with their Friday night, Valentine's Day Eve, plans. If they have any. Sometimes it's better to go out to dinner on the night before or after or somewhere in the general vicinity of Valentine's Day, rather than on the actual night. We in the restaurant industry refer to V-day, rather snidely, I admit, as "amateur night". Meaning that it's a night when you end up waiting on lots of people who don't usually go out to eat at your nicer, fancier, upscale kinda places. Which to some veteran servers means dealing with "un savvy" diners which for some reason they find annoying. It never really bothered me. I think 99% of all people are cool which is why I'm in the hospitality business and why I opened a B&B. But waiting tables on Valentine's Day can still be somewhat of a drag because it's super busy and it feels a bit "assembly-line-ish". An endless herd of couples out for their obligatory romantic dinner. Sorry if that sounds cynical. I'm all for love and romance... I just sometimes feel oppressed by Hallmark holidays. Hearts and flowers and little doves holding ribbons in their little beaks and chubby cupids with arrows poised and jewelry store ads and diamond heart necklaces and heart shaped ice cream cakes and pink and red jelly beans and well... you get my point. Come March I'm ready to purge all pink and red items from my life forever. Of course then along comes Easter with it's pastels and bunnies and chocolate eggs and that green mossy stuff that you use to fill up Easter baskets and those marshmallow peeps that are exceeding yellow and actually kinda gross tasting. And so on. But hey. Holidays do have the happy side effect of punctuating our lives with ritual; whether store bought or heartfelt or time honored. Rituals can provide comfort in a chaotic world.

Okay. So I managed to ramble on for half and hour and a couple of long paragraphs about nothing of any real consequence. And I still want chocolate damn it.

Oh well. I have posted now and I feel better. See ya.
Pamela

5 comments:

  1. Eat the chocolate!! You DESERVE it!!! I have to say, you have wonderful willpower if you didn't eat at least one little coconut-filled chocolate. I'd have consumed the entire box, then went and bought another one. LOL!

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  2. Happy Valentine's Day to you and Patrick!

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  3. Well. I did end up eating 2 pieces. No coconut... but they were very tasty. I replaced them with little IOU's printed on cut out hearts and he was pretty amused by the fact that I ate two and, as predicted, he didn't mind at all. Hope you all had a happy V-day!!
    P

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  4. hi, I wanted to stop by and say thank you for following my blog :) as soon as I saw you're from Northfield, I was like "NO WAY!" my good friend Amy (who is Propane Amy on my blog list) is from Northfield! She's an Ohio transplant and she loves it in MN. anyway, I'm gonna look around your blog and read about your business, I've always dreamed of owning a B&B...is it as cool as I imagine it is?

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  5. Hey Kimber..

    Thanks for your comments... I will have to check out Amy's blog. I might recognize her.. this is a pretty small town.

    The B&B thing is quite cool. If only it were more profitable!! I do love it...except for the perpetual laundry and the ironing. The people are great!! B&B's tend to attract interesting, personable types.

    I look forward to visiting your blog and hopefully hearing more from you!

    Pamela

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