babble

what a girl won't do...

Cami Kaos

31 Aug 2007 — 1 min read

Have you ever had one of those moments where you just had to have something? In my case that something is almost always cherry coke... but not yesterday when for no reason at all I suddenly savagely needed chocolate and coconut.

It should have been an easy matter to run to the store for a Mounds bar (ooh, or an Almond Joy...) except that K somehow managed to catch some bug (sheesh kids get a lot of bugs) and had a fever... Nope, not doing it, not me. I am not that parent that takes her kid to the store with a fever to spread those germs around and infect the rest of the population... not happening.

So instead I check the cabinet.... shredded coconut. I look in the fridge... chocolate syrup.Yes. I ate a bowl of shredded coconut covered in chocolate syrup.

That was me. You have a problem with that?

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And while I have you on the subject of chocolate and what lengths I have gone to get some let me point you over to

Problem Girl where Jen is holding her first ever blog contest. It's super simple. She wants to know who you are proud of... and if you win the prize is bountiful beautiful chocolate in M&M form... I only ask if you win you share them with me.... mmmmm M&Ms.

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