Oh why oh why oh why do I do this? Why do I feel the urge to confess my misdemeanors in this way?
You see I’ve done a bad thing. No really. It was a crime against my already ample thighs.
I made mushroom soup. It was quite delicious but after a vat of it, I just wasn’t satisfied. So I had a few strawberries and rooted around the fridge and nibbled on a piece of cheese and ate a slice of smoked ham and then I saw it. A gold wrapped easter egg belonging to my son and lurking forgotten in the salad drawer. I saw it and I swear demons possessed me.
Readers I bashed it as one would bash a person who had made a person very angry. And I felt a teeny thrill when it shattered in the foil. So I emptied it onto a pretty pink gilt edged plate and then because I figured in for a penny in for thirty pounds (directly to my bum), I delicately poured double cream into a matching gilt edged teacup and used the shards of chocolate to scoop up oodles of cream and nearly fainted with pleasure.
I know. My name is Alison and I am disgusting.But the cream was organic. So thats alright then.
Now I am going to bed to wallow in my blubber and dream of the day a man, a glass of wine, a new pair of shoes or unexpected buried treasure provides me with a thrill on the scale that chocolate spoons full of double cream gave me tonight.
I am you see, a women with all the vices…
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Oh yum…sounds like you had a party in your mouth! Chocolate and cream…the stuff dreams are made of.
Give yourself a break, young'un! You're too tough on yourself. Enjoy life – it's way too short!
Oh gigggles!!!! Such a cute entry! And such a super illustration.
Oh you are so cute!!!!! I'm glad I found your blog.
Mari-Nanci
And with all the 'Vintage' here, I must introduce you to another blogging friend. Who also luuuuuuuvs vintage.
Amy at 'Petticoat Lane'… http://petticoatlane.wordpress.com/
I'll send her over to say Hi. 🙂
Mari-Nanci
lol poor you Alison, I hate it when I get the munchies for chocolate! 🙂
Oh my gosh….Are you sure you aren't my younger soul sister. I almost fell off my chair in astonishment. I did the exact same thing tonight. Ate some stuff I shouldn't and then..I stole my husband's Easter egg and I applied it directly to my thighs. So much for all the exercise I did today. Love that picture!!
Maybe a re-read of "You Are your Choices" is in order?
I'm being silly, and probably taking this too seriously, but it does bother me a little when you put yourself down. Be nice to Finn's mom, OK? Because then you're doing something great for both of you.
Oh honey, we've all been there… some of us – like me – have taken up near permanent residence. Sounds like it was a good way to spend an evening. 🙂
Good for you lady, a bird can't fly on one wing, it would have been rude not to have the cream with the chocolate!!!!
haven't we all done some sort of something like this at one time or another? confession. i have. nice to know i'm not the only one in the world! blessings!
I just love this picture. I always used to steal bits of the children's Easter eggs but still haven't owned up to them yet! Anyway the best place to hide chocolate is not in the salad drawer but in your mouth!