Friday, July 3

SUV's, Salads, and Smooth Chocolate Loving

Car trips are a lot like eating a salad.

You prepare (Who really wants to eat a salad? It's definitely a preparation for me at least).

You sit down.

You go (driving or eating, just make sure you are not driving your salad or eating your car....that would be crazy- nothing like this post).

You have every good intention of finishing well.
You want to stick with what you started without veering off the track.

However, somewhere in the middle, you start to think it was a very. bad. idea. The road seems so long until you are finished.

You realize something is missing. Something is terribly wrong.

You start to go crazy. You just want to get up and run. You are yelling. You are crying. You are driving the people around you insane. You make up songs. You cry some more. You yell some more. The people with you tell you to go. to. sleep. That makes you cry more. and yell more.
You. just. want. to. crawl in a hole. and be gone.

At some point, you realize what that hole in your heart is for. you realize what you had forgotten to add. you realize you couldn't go on any longer without some.....

sweet delicious chocolatey goodness.

So being the problem solver you are,
you stop going.

You get up.

You prepare (Running shoes on- check. Cash in hand-check. Eye on the prize-check).

And then you run. literally run. to the nearest store, market, cabinet, closet, secret drawer, rest stop. and you get some chocolate.

you taste it.

oh that sweet just want to kiss the baker.

you're so in love, you don't just eat your chocolate. You hug it. You love it. And then you eat it.

You've learned an important lesson today. You vow never to eat a salad or take a car trip again. at least not without having a well-stocked pile of chocolate on hand...and/or in your pockets (pants, shirt, and coat), filling your purse, stuck under your headband, hiding in your shoelaces, taped on your clothes, or stashed in your hood.

Well that's just me. And I certainly hope it's some of you. I would hate to be the only crazy normal one.


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