There is a box of Bernard Callebaut chocolates sitting on my desk. It's seriously sitting within arm's reach, staring at me, gawking as I fiddle with logos and pantone swatches for hours and hours on end (poorly- I'm no graphic designer, people! I'm a writer and a talker! durrr). It's sittin' there, all shiny and coppery with gold ribbon, taunting me with innards of expensive chocolatey goodness.
But it's not for me, so I don't get to eat it. Stupid arms-reach delectable tempting chocolate.
I'll just have to distract myself with thoughts of a four-day weekend (hurrah!) in BC (hurrah!) with Gary (hopefully we don't kill each other! hurrah!).
We're leaving tomorrow morning-ish, on a tiny little plane that has, I'm estimating, a 65% chance of crashing into a mountain full o' nature and bursting into nature-scorching flames before we actually land in Castlegar. See you upon our return!
Puffed Wheat Squares
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