If I'm getting fat, it'll be on the good stuff

At the office, we have only minor amounts of junk food. We have a ton of drinks, but only almonds and M&Ms for snacks. And the only reason we have anything even remotely healthy like almonds is because Mike was sick of my picking out the good stuff from the trail mix.

For the last week, I've been eating those M&Ms, one individually sized package at a time. Each time, I think, ugh, this is not good chocolate.

Today, after lunch, I decided to try out the chocolatier in downtown Sunnyvale. I figured, if I'm going to get fat on chocolate, it better be the chocolate I like.

I bought a couple pieces for Mike and Doyle and myself. It came to $7.50. Seven dollars and fifty cents! For five pieces of chocolate. Five. One two three four five. Five.

I decided to wait a bit before eating it, because it was so expensive I better enjoy the anticipation. Eventually, I needed to eat that chocolate. Chocolate! Chocolate! Mmmmmmmmmmmm!

It was wonderful. Worth every penny of the $3.00 I spent on it. I wouldn't spend that much every day, unless I was thinking of eating the M&Ms again. Then, I just might.