
Good Morning. 😀
Oh… yeah… about this post title.
Ok… here’s my story. 😛
The Missions banquet was on March 25th and I was bidding on a few silent auction baskets for the fudge cause. Throughout the night I wound up winning two – one with home made bread (mmmmmmm!) and another which was a basket of new tools and a pound of homemade fudge. I really thought the basket was cool with the fudge tools.
“But Sheila, March 25th was over a week ago, how did this fudge devouring just come up?”
Great question!
Al and I had driven separate to the banquet as I was part of the set up and tear down. At the end of the night I sent him and Chance home with both baskets. When I came home about an hour after them the bread was on the kitchen counter… the fudge tool basket was no where to be found.

When I asked Al about this he told me that I said the tools were for him and so he left it down at our shop behind our house. *a slight sweat broke out across my brow* I agreed with him that the tools were for him, but I did want to try the fudge. He said he would bring it up, and I said, “no, no… it was better this way”… out of sight… out of mind. I did not need the fudge – I was getting ready for biking season…
and that should have been the end of the story.
Then last night Al comes in the house after work with the fudge tool basket. I asked why it was in the house…. this basket of fudge tools, and he said that I had mentioned wanting to try the fudge.
“Oh, that’s right, there is fudge in there.” I replied, not meeting his eyes.
We had dinner and after dinner Al opened up the fudge that was cut into nice large 1/4 pound pieces. He took the top piece with a glass of milk. When I looked at him he said, “What? Is that too much fudge?”

I told him 1/4 pound piece of fudge was pretty large. He smiled and took the fudge and milk downstairs to watch tv.
I waited of course, until he was comfy downstairs, and out of eye sight.
I made my way to the fudge and tore off a bit of one of the 1/4 pound pieces.
Oh….
HEAVEN.
(Have I mentioned that anything chocolate is pretty much like kryptonite to me?)
I took a bigger corner off the chunk and grabbed a cup of coffee…. mmmmmm even better.
Then I joined Al downstairs.
Then I came up and let the dogs out… little piece of fudge.
Then I came up and changed into my pj’s… little piece of fudge.
When Al went to bed I had another cup of coffee and yup you guessed it… BIGGER piece of fudge.
By the time I stopped…. I had eaten two of the quarter pound pieces.
Uhhh….
“oh.”
😯
This morning when Al got up for work at 5 a.m, the tool basket, some left over pizza and the rest of the fudge was by his keys with a note…
“Please take down to shop with you”
😳
So today…. April 5, enough of that… tonight I am taking a Turbo kick class followed by Zumba. On Wednesday a friend is taking me to my first kick boxing class where I do believe… I may not be able to type on Thursday. 😛
Have an awesome awesome day – and just say NO to the fudge.