So there's this new shop down at my local shopping center with a dangerous sounding name....Chocolate Man.
I spent the morning with my Inner Circle group; we read our 'exquisite' pieces...from an idea Sally talked about...a play called "How to write a new book for the Bible' or similar about portraying your family as exquisite people you should honor.
Sarah and I walked out to the parking lot together.
"You know what that place is about?" I asked gesturing across the parking lot.
"No, but let's find out!"
"Oh yes@" I answered a little too eagerly. "but we're just going to look, we don't have to go in."
"No, well just check it out," assured Sarah.
But of course we did go in. A small shop, it caters to chocolatiers, people who want to make things with chocolate. All kinds of chocolate raw materials, they give classes, have all kinds of supplies for people who want to do chocolate.
As opposed to people who cjust want to eat chocolate.
I was surprised at my own language laden with negative values. That store was DANGEROUS. We SHOULDN'T go in there. Oh, this place is BAD. Oh, NO, look at all these kinds of chocolate. I know I SHOULD NOT be here.
Geeminy, it's just a specialty chocolate shop not perverted Hades.
Which reminds me, April read a piece about her mother and said that when her mother got really really mad she would blurt out "Bitchballs!". Which cause quite a bit of discussion between young April and the girl down the street about just what this could mean.
I gave Dennis the card for Chocolate Man and said he should buy his valentines chocolate there.
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