Now, Kevin is an optimist. He's willing to give the benefit of the doubt. Me? Yeh. No. So, we went to Vegas together, but we might have been running in parallel universes. First thing when we get to the hotel, Mr. Positive Thinking gets handed a $2000 penthouse suite for the evening. (I stick a dollar in a slot machine which turns out to be broken.) He finagles discount after discount, based solely on his charming personality. (I walk into Madame Tussaud's and bring with me the static electricity of the entire city of Las Vegas. This was one of those instances where I touch WAX and get shocked.) And the list goes on. He is utterly charmed. I am utterly doomed.
Until...
...with my two little eyes, I spy...the Vosges store.
Alert, and ready to maim anyone who tries to take my chocolate.
Mulling over the subleties of the exotic blend.
Letting the chocolate seep into my mouth pores. And pseudo-acknowledging a world exists outside the chocolate.
Chocolate is the Universes' way of saying I love you.
Chocolate is the Universes' way of saying I love you.
Total agreement from me. I love the pics on this entry! =)
Posted by: Anne | on April 25, 2006 01:37 PM