Last night was one of those epic nights. You know, the ones where I’m laying on the couch, unshowered, staring at a YouTube video of a kitten eating with chopsticks.
The video was quite misleading – though the kitten eats with chopsticks, the chopsticks are being operated by a human.
I’d had a good day. With Dave at his parent’s to celebrate Mother’s Day and myself at the apartment to celebrate Adventures of an Antisocial, I set out to clean the entire apartment from top to bottom. I took down Easter decorations that were eyeing the place up like they owned it. I cleaned the furniture, the molding, the shelves, the insides of drawers, and anything even slightly suspicious of clutter. I attacked my carpet with a ferocity reserved for wartime, spot treating, scrubbing, and covering the area twice with the vacuum.
I was a force to be reckoned with.
When I had finished, I looked out happily over my lair, calculating the likelihood of my messing it up within the next two days. I wanted some chocolate for my reward but was out. Having eaten the last two ice cream sandwiches on the same day last week so that “I would be out of them and wouldn’t eat junk anymore because it wasn’t in the house”, I was fresh out of anything delectable.
But then I remembered this post I wrote on being so ravenous for chocolate that I ate Dave’s chocolate Easter bunny. In the comments section, I was flooded with ideas to combat cravings such as those. And I was given advice by my faithful readers to buy a few chocolate bars and hide them around the house.
I looked up to the bread basket, wondering if I had actually taken the advice. I couldn’t remember whether I just intended to or whether I actually did it. Until lo and behold I pillaged the bread basket for one solid milk chocolate Dove bar, which had been quietly hibernating there for over a month. Forget all the things I learn doing Lollipop Tuesdays – hiding chocolate has been the best thing I’ve learned from keeping this blog.
Even better than kittens eating with chopsticks. ♣