I have a Valentine's Day confession to make. Oh, it's a bad one. VERY bad. *hangs head in shame* It may take a bit of rambling before I can get to the confessing. It's that bad.
Remember that yummy toffee I was savoring for nearly a month? Covered in dark chocolate? Oh, how I miss that toffee. No, I haven't ordered any more. I need to, though. It was so good.
For Valentine's Day my Hunny brought home some very pretty things he'd found in a department store, things which were deeply discounted, but perfectly suited to me. And I so needed new nighties. These are lovely. He also surprised me with Godiva truffles, a standing favorite. Or they were. A box of 18.
Y'all, I've eaten several. And they just aren't very good. WTH?!? They're more like cheaper chocolate now. The toffee has ruined me for anything less. It's horrid. Where once I could enjoy the dark chocolate or cappuccino Godiva truffle, I now munch and shrug. They're not bad. Just no longer delectable. I miss the toffee. I must have the toffee. Next pay check I think I'll order more. Yes, it's that good. I can't believe I'm a slave to sugar and chocolate. Dark chocolate. And almonds. Can't forget the almonds.
I'm drooling now. Are you happy, toffee people? Geez. I'd better stop before the keyboard short circuits.
Until I write again ...