Death by Chocolate: A Play in 7 Tiers

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.

The Toffee Tower, after it was pillaged.


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