â€œForget love, Iâ€™d rather fall in chocolate.â€ â€” Anonymous.
I’m sitting here – willing myself to work. The work is piled so high that the framework of my desk is threatening collapse. Looks, to me, like another sleepless night in West Bend. (not exactly as romatic as Seattle)
In front of me sits a cup of coffee and a double dark chocolate brownie with chocolate chuncks and walnuts, with a scoop of vanilla icecream on it – – covered with thick hot fudge sauce.
Someone, please. Save me from myself!