It's Easter, Dammit! Now Be Happy And Eat Your Chocolate Bunny
As is my job here, I need to let everyone know that Easter is just around the corner. What? You didn't know. I know, I just found out myself the other day. And with Easter comes delicious chocolate friandises, watching the kids hunt for chocolate eggs, and hiding chocolate from the dog so that he doesn't end up ingesting chocolate bunny ears and going into full chocoholic shock, and us ending up with a nice fat whopping bill for $4032 to save our dog from chocolate poisoning. Which, of course, we wouldn't. Because he's a poodle, and he's supposed to be smart, and if he's stupid enough to eat chocolate, then maybe this could be a way to teach him a lesson. Tough love, I call it. And saving a shitload of cash. Just kidding. My job this week is to find exquisite chocolate to give to my loved ones. Because that is who I am, and what I'm about. I wanted to go out Monday, but the flu had not yet let go of its heavy grip on my head, stomach and nethers, so inside ...