I Don't Require Much!

It's my own fault. Stupid, stupid, stupid! [you can't see me, but I'm hitting my forehead against the computer desk as I say this. {it gives it much more drama and meaning}] Yesterday, I was at the grocery store twice... Count it...TWICE.....TWO TIMES (for an additional visual: put your foot up in the air and point to the second little piggie...except he stayed home...no I was the first piggie who went to the market. Wait, scratch this piggie reference. It's confusing and ruining my whole scenerio). I meandered down the aisles picking up this and that. Yes, not a care in the world. I think I was even humming to myself. It was such a Mrs. Cleaver day. While I wasn't wearing pearls, I was almost certain that Beaver and Wally were following along behind me.

Can you hear the elevator music playing? Listen closely. Lovely, huh? Do you have a smile on your face? Are you gently swaying along as you read this? Wait for it.... wait for it.....SCRATCH!!!! (That's suppose to be the sound of the needle going across a vinyl record). Because that's what it sounded like to me this morning when I discovered that I had no chocolate anything to eat with my morning coffee.

NO, no, no! Do not tell me I'm over reacting! You don't understand.

I have a morning ritual. It does, however, change a tad bit from morning to morning, depending on if I shut the computer down the night before. If I turned it off, I'll quickly run to turn turn it on and let it be warming up while I'm making coffee. If not, I walk straight to the coffee pot. Chatty bought me a Bunn coffee maker a couple of years ago. I love it. The coffee is brewed in 3 minutes and it's delicious. No complaints there. On most mornings, coffee is all that is required. I'm in my paradise when I can sit down with all of you, my Blogger friends, and have my morning coffee. Everything seems good, pure, wonderful and right with the world! (insert elevator music, again)

But then there are mornings when more is required. It's not a slow growing realization or craving, either. No! It has a life and mind all of it's own. On those mornings, I'm innocently sleeping in my bed (because it's no where close to the time I'm suppose to be getting up). Minding my own business, mind you! Then all of a sudden, my eyes fly open and my brain starts screaming ,"CHOCOLATE.    I WANT CHOCOLATE.     GIVE ME CHOCOLATE!" Usually this is not a problem. It does not interupt or delay the flow of things. In fact, it's kind of slick really. It only requires a slight step to the right as I'm walking through the kitchen on my way to the computer. I hold a steaming cup of coffee in my left hand. With my right hand, I grab the pantry door handle (refer to newly installed handles in previous post). I open the pantry door and bend slightly at the waist. Peering into cabinet...Viola!!!...a wonderful selection of chocolate. 15 seconds later, I'm sitting in front of the computer, munching chocolate, sipping coffee and scrolling through all of your new blog posts. It doesn't get any better than this!!!

Well, that's how it's suppose to work when my brain is fully functioning and I remember to stock the pantry with chocolate. But yesterday, somewhere between all of that humming and meandering, my menopausal brain must have kicked in because no chocolate was purchased. I did buy toilet paper. That's pretty important, I suppose. And I guess in the scheme of things, my family would say toilet paper trumps chocolate any day of the week. But right now, I have NO chocolate. My brain is giving me a good scolding and tongue lashing. I think I even heard, "Let your family use corn cobs. You should have bought chocolate!" To be honest I do have cocoa and enough stuff to make a chocolate homemade something or other. I think I even have a box of brownie mix in the cabinet above the pantry. In the time it took for me to complain to all of you good people, I could have whipped up a batch. But that's too much work for this time of morning. Not to mention all of the extra clean up it would involve. On second thought, the urge has passed. The coffee aroma is lulling me into a calmer mood. Now, I'm off to read what you all have been up to this morning. All is right with the world!