Man cannot live on chocolate alone, but woman sure can.
Last week we discovered that our stove was not working. Now mind you, our stove is not your everyday, run of the mill stove. She's a 1930-ish Magic Chef - six burner, double oven, fire-breathing bad girl. The Geek has been trying to figure out why the pilot light in one of the ovens won't stay lit. (As a result everything else doesn't work either...grrr!) I told him it really stinks 'cuz we can't call a repairman ... they're all dead! (Yeah, he didn't laugh at my joke either.) Turns out it isn't the ol' gals old parts, it's the new modern safety equipment we had installed when we got her. Figures! Oh well, hopefully he'll have her fired up and going strong again real soon. The brood is getting a tad bit tired of take-out and crock-pot recipes!
God gave the angels wings, and he gave humans chocolate.
As if living without a stove wasn't enough, Boy Wonder woke me up this morning to tell me the refridgerator wasn't working. Squelching the rising need for chocolate, I summoned the Geek once again. Turns out it was just a tripped GFI. We still gotta figure out why the thing tripped, but at least I don't have to buy a new fridge ... yet.
The 12-step chocoholics program:
Never be more than 12 steps away from chocolate!
I know I probably eat a lot more of the sweet stuff than I should, especially since I am trying to adopt a much more healthier lifestyle. It's just that I've given up all of my other vices ... chips, gummy fish, pretzels and the BIG ONE -- Mountain Dew. And besides ...
I'd stop eating chocolate, but I'm no quitter!
Now if you'll excuse me, there's a chocolate bar waiting with my name on it that needs my immediate and undivided attention ;)