Tomorrow I begin my one-year resolution to buy only those products made in the USA. Yikes. I feel as if I'm about to begin a diet. You know how that is? How, the minute you tell yourself "No More Chocolate!" you're rummaging through your cupboards, your refrigerator, your junk drawer, under sofa cushions. Your mouth is literally watering, about to escalate from saliva to foam. And before you know it, you're driving like a maniac to Trader Joe's to pick up a one-pound hunk of dark Belgium chocolate. Paper or plastic? Neither, just shove it here in my open mouth.
Here's to You, Dad
Here's to You, Dad
Here's to You, Dad
Tomorrow I begin my one-year resolution to buy only those products made in the USA. Yikes. I feel as if I'm about to begin a diet. You know how that is? How, the minute you tell yourself "No More Chocolate!" you're rummaging through your cupboards, your refrigerator, your junk drawer, under sofa cushions. Your mouth is literally watering, about to escalate from saliva to foam. And before you know it, you're driving like a maniac to Trader Joe's to pick up a one-pound hunk of dark Belgium chocolate. Paper or plastic? Neither, just shove it here in my open mouth.