Well, we could say that the chocolate situation is not going well.
If by “not going well”, we mean that Friday night found me curled up in the fetal position, moaning about withdrawal and how Adele is the only person that understands me. Also, I may have said some particularly nasty things about apples. [Between us, I have a sneaking suspicion that Kellan is adding to the apple pile in the middle of the night just to make me suffer. I spent Saturday morning cutting tiny little holes into all of his socks in case I’m right.]
Before you pass judgment, I’ll have you know that I recently read that oreos are more addictive than cocaine. And frankly, if I could have snorted a line of oreos on Friday night, I might have tried it. [Double-stuffed would have been the happy death of me.]
All that to say, things were DIRE. My hiney was screaming no, but my heart was saying yes—and so I decided to take a temporary break from my chocolate hiatus. I made Ina Garten’s brownie pudding which is so decadently good that it makes me want to burst into song. Kellan may or may not have discovered me belting “I Will Always Love You” with gusto in the middle of the kitchen right when that molten pan of chocolate came out of the oven. I was glad my eyes were closed, because they were rolled into the back of my head.
It’s a Pavlovian response, and I JUST CAN’T HELP IT.
Brownie pudding was my one cheat, and I’m now I’m back on the no chocolate wagon. Women cannot survive on vanilla alone!
This weekend, Kellan and I spent some more time looking at a house that I strongly suspect may have been the site of a recent Wicca convention. As we peruse the internets looking for a a place to call ours, we routinely stumble across sellers who are self described as “highly motivated” to sell their house. Last week, we decided that as far as buyers go, we are “highly UN-motivated”. However, Christmas is coming and Lord knows that if we move in December, Kellan is just going to have to figure out how to move our Christmas tree with us.
Upon receiving that little tidbit of information, my darling husband quickly because a motivated buyer.
Which means that we’re talking to a realtor this week.