Yes, another chocolate post

The last candy bar in the drawer bit the bug one today. I said it was to be used in case of an emergency and today qualified. Mother in law visit. (Cue scary or ominous music...bum pum bum...). I did the church thing, and I learned so much. I'm finding I enjoy the teaching sermons almost more than the anecdotal ones.  I'm wondering if the synod is doing this across the board or if it's just our tiny church doing its best to raise more disciples.

But I digress. MIL visit. Red alert. I came home and started cleaning. Then I cleaned some more. Then I rested and figured screw it, it is what it is. I even sat in the front room being domestic and knitting and waiting. They were an hour late. Then watered and pottied, they left two hours later.

Why do I make myself crazy about this so a poor candy bar had to sacrifice it's life? It was a snickers bar. And if you've seen their wrappers lately, they ask a question about how you act when you are hungry. Tired, pouty, etc are options.  Mine may appear as annoyingly appropriate...but maybe that's just me.