Don't touch my chocolate

Still pissed off that I'm not as fast and sleek as I'd hoped.

Drats.

Just had a mini tantrum. On my lunch break I went downtown and got Kevin tea- $30.00's worth of elixir from his favorite tea purveyor, Silk Roads.

I also popped by Bernard Callebaut. I bought a big honking chunk of baking chocolate for Kevin to bake with - he's an amazing baker due to an anal retentive attention to detail I can't compete with. And, I got myself a box with 17 truffles. A special treat to me, from me.

I got myself chocolates, and not just any chocolates, because I wanted to send a message to myself: just because the bronchitis is clearing up and I'm back to the gym and trying to be a better (i.e frequent) bike rider does not mean I'm going to put myself on some strict diet where I eat tuna fish for lunch every day for six months.

So, when I saw svelte Kevin stuffing my truffles into his mouth like they were freaking tic-tacs, completely oblivious to the complexity and flavour, it bugged me. I bought him a little chocolate torte at Thrifty's and now he's eating my expensive chocolates by the handful!

He always promises to replace what he eats, but I always let him off the hook. It's pointless to hold on to that kind of stuff. And yet....