Cho. Co. Late.

I love it with a passion. Hershey’s, Scharffenberger, Dove, Nestlé, Lake Champlain; most chocolate is delectable to my taste buds. J.K. Rowling offered proof that chocolate has healing properties (which it does!). Even the Barton’s Passover chocolate we used to hawk as kids in Jew School wasn’t too bad. But don’t, don’t you dare, neglect to add it to my morning mocha, or bloodshed may ensue. I was already five minutes down Route 9a when I took my first sip of this morning’s drug, and realized that the Chatty Cathy barista didn’t dose me with the very mochaness that I needed. My mocha sputtered and quit, leaving me high, dry, and exhausted at around 4 pm. I never quite felt the “kick” that I felt on Saturday. I’ll have to watch tomorrow with an eagle eye or risk lassitude and hebetude. Gotta keep this j.o.b. at least until something better comes along.


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    The other Penny said,

    My hunny calls chocolate Penny vitamins. And I heartily agree.


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