Woe is me!

In my e-mailbox was a newsletter from Ghirardelli, letting me know that if I could contrive to be in San Francisco on my birthday, they're having a chocolate festival.

I mourn for the Sacrament of dark chocolate squares with raspberry filling that I will not be blessed by. I, the self-proclaimed High Priestess of the First Church of Glorious Chocolate must forgo this pilgrimmage to the Mecca of Cacao.

I, alas, am going to be nannying that weekend, and in any case, can no more afford a trip to SF than I could afford a trip to the moon. Drat!

Woe is me!

In my e-mailbox was a newsletter from Ghirardelli, letting me know that if I could contrive to be in San Francisco on my birthday, they're having a chocolate festival.

I mourn for the Sacrament of dark chocolate squares with raspberry filling that I will not be blessed by. I, the self-proclaimed High Priestess of the First Church of Glorious Chocolate must forgo this pilgrimmage to the Mecca of Cacao.

I, alas, am going to be nannying that weekend, and in any case, can no more afford a trip to SF than I could afford a trip to the moon. Drat!