My love

Dear Sweet Double Chocolate Milano Cookie. Please stop calling my name from the pantry. I love, I want you, I need you too. My hormonal cravings make you more tempting than ever. Please don't lure me with your sweet seductive ways.

I'm in a relationship with carrot sticks and celery. They love me. They are good for me. Please don't try and come between us.

Oh, sweet Milano cookie, you are the one I want. My TRUE love.

I'll try to slip away later. When the kids are sleeping.... I'll sneak past the refrigerator quietly so the carrots and celery don't hear me and we can have one last liason. I'm coming my sweet sweet love.

My soul mate

I think I have found a kindred spirit in a man named Steve Almond. I am reading his book, Candyfreak, A Journey Through the Chocolate Underbelly of America. It is fantastic and I am only on page 16. I thought I would share with you an excerpt that spoke to me deeply. It was as if he was reading my mind:

"Every now and again, I'll run into someone who claims not to like chocolate
or other sweets, and while we live in a country where everyone has the right to
eat what they want, I want to say for the record that I don't trust these
people, that I think something is wrong with them, and that they're probably -
this must be said - total duds in bed."

I love you Steve Almond, and I am thrilled that there is another one out there like me. Obsessed, sugar crazed and jonesing for a Milky Way.

Love

If it was physically possible to make love to a dessert, I think this would be the one. I made this last night just to get a bit of a chocolate fix and thought about clobbering my husband with a frying pan just so I could have his too. Too bad that lucky bastard eats quick. You must try this. It is super easy to make and the only thing you might regret is that you have fallen in an unnatural love with a dessert.

He sure is swell

I have a great husband. I just thought you should know. After he came home from Japan (completely exhausted and jet lagged) I have been crabby and not nice to him because I don't feel good. Yesterday I looked at him and said something along the lines of "After the kids are in bed you're gonna run to the store and find me something of the chocolate variety." He just smiled. "Ok". I know he hates running errands like this but he did it anyway. No questions asked. And the truth of the matter is he is almost always willing to do stuff like that, even if tired, just to make me happy. What a swell guy.
ALot of my friends say I should demand more time to myself, more things for myself. And in many ways I should try to get away more and have time for me. But when it comes down to it Dan really never says no to me. If I say I need time away, he finds a way to do that for me. If I say I feel fat in my clothes, he finds a way to get me new clothes - even when we don't have money. He's a really good husband who really does put my needs first. So even though I get bitter as he is skiing the slopes of Nagano or surfing the waves of Waikiki, when he gets home I know he'll listen when I need something for ME too. Anything from flying my best friend to see me (even though we can barely pay our bills) to running to the store when he is running on empty to find me a slice of chocolate cake.
Now I have to ask, is that love? Or it just fear of the inner beast that rears its ugly head monthly?