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At our old house (and pre-kids) I could always tell when my wife had a bad day. She'd come in without a word, grab 1. chocolate, 2. a drink and 3. the remote. She'd then run a bath and sit there watching TV, eating chocolate and drinking Diet Coke.
June 10, 2008 at 9:40 AM
Ah yes, I honestly dont even like chocolate that much. But you get to the point of NEEDING IT, like a drug!
June 10, 2008 at 9:55 AM
At this point, I'd rather have the drug.
June 10, 2008 at 12:11 PM
life is like a box of chocolates....laced with crack
June 16, 2008 at 5:45 PM
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At our old house (and pre-kids) I could always tell when my wife had a bad day. She'd come in without a word, grab 1. chocolate, 2. a drink and 3. the remote. She'd then run a bath and sit there watching TV, eating chocolate and drinking Diet Coke.
June 10, 2008 at 9:40 AM
Ah yes, I honestly dont even like chocolate that much. But you get to the point of NEEDING IT, like a drug!
June 10, 2008 at 9:55 AM
At this point, I'd rather have the drug.
June 10, 2008 at 12:11 PM
life is like a box of chocolates....
laced with crack
June 16, 2008 at 5:45 PM