Okay, I keep getting emails that more people are working on getting their shelves up, so I will hold off posting all the links for a couple more days. In the meantime, I will tell you a story. A story about Life After Four Weddings.
So…there I was…in the innocent, halcyon days post-multiple-weddings, standing in front of the Fireplace Custom-Built to Roast Entire Pigs and Have Room Leftover to Keep a Few Cauldrons Warm. (That’s how they built them, back in the day.)
And I was NOT stirring a cauldron, I just mention, since I suspect it might come up.
I was talking to the other people eating croissants and drinking orange juice at the table in front of that fireplace. I was talking to them in a very nice and friendly and casual fashion.
When, all of the sudden, Bruno exclaimed: “OMG,” well, really its French equivalent, “it’s 10 o’clock!”
“Ten o’clock!” Eric exclaimed in alarm.
“Ten o’clock!” Justine cried. “Oh, no!”
“Oh, no, what?” I asked uneasily. “Why are you all staring at me like that?”
“She hasn’t had her chocolate yet for today!”
“OMG! OMG!” (French equivalent.) Bruno leapt up and started running wildly around in all directions. He really did start running wildly around in all directions, honest to goodness, several of them at the same time. If you don’t believe he can do this, I have proof.
Then all at once, mid-running around like mad, Bruno burst back out of the kitchen. “Laura, Laura! Here!” He thrust some Kinder chocolate sticks in my hand. “Hurry up! Eat it! It’s all I could find! Eat it before, you know, something really bad happens.”
“Thank you,” I said. “Umm…I am NOT that bad.”
Hilarious laughter all around. I mean, like, they were choking on their croissants, they were laughing so hard.
“Also, this is very inferior chocolate to my normal breakfast. You could stock better stuff.” I ate a stick. I am not a Kinder fan, but it was ten in the morning already, and there’s a point when you have to take what you can get.
“You are so obsessed with chocolate,” Eric said, helping himself to a stick.
“You really are,” Justine said, helping herself to another. “You have no self-discipline.”
“I’ll take one, too,” Sébastien said. “Laura, I can’t believe you’re eating this for breakfast.”
And THAT is how it ALWAYS goes. You notice how many people ate just as much chocolate as I did, while all the time making sure all the attention and blame was focused on me?
I probably, if truth be told, am, like, the OPPOSITE of a chocoholic. I’m probably restrained. Everyone else is just a BOLD-FACED BLAMER OF ME.
So ‘fess up. After all, admission of addiction is the first step to Wallowing In Enjoyment of It. Are you the cover chocoholic for your friends and family? Or would you be one of the ones stealing my Kinder sticks?