Yesterday I received a nice surprise as I picked up my mail: I had a package! Funny, I didn’t recall ordering anything online recently. When the receiving room receptionist handed over a box that contained the words “chocolate” and “perishable” I thanked her and hightailed it outta there. I didn’t even check to see if my name was on it. (It was.) Turns out my Aunt D sent me a “7 Story Chocolate Lover’s Gift Tower” to celebrate a recent success.
Pretty sweet, eh? I was pumped. I quickly discovered that there was toffee in there, so I grabbed the toffee and my Snuggie and settled in to watch the “Betty White 90th Birthday Celebration” on my DVR. (Fun times at my house!) I was so engrossed in the Mary Tyler Moore and Carol Burnett tributes that I missed the telltale sign of toffee overdose, i.e., lockjaw. I realized that I ate THE WHOLE THING. All the toffee. Gone. “Oh, dear. I am my mother’s daughter,” I thought to myself. I had trouble going to sleep. Hmmm…I wonder why? One tower down, six more to conquer. I think I’ll bring some to work tomorrow. My thighs will thank me for it.