Oh Chocolate is going to be SO dangerous.

I can tell. The storerunner types are sweet, the chocolate is excellent, and OMFG, the selection. So much to choose from.

Plus, flyers for local Krav. Also possibly dangerous.

In other happy news, all your Perkins are belong to us, as noted above.

Yay for chocolate!

Me, I slept. Watched some downloaded TV, took a phone call, but mostly slept.

Which is why I'm awake now.

Pondering the practicality of moving into the living room and watching the recorded Miami Vice, or lying in bed trying to get back to sleep until the real morning.

flyers for local Krav. Also possibly dangerous.

Whee! They're total dolls, as I'm sure you've become aware.

Since touques make me look like a muppet, no good can come from that.

You look adorable in a touque. Plus, your nose is nowhere big or orange enough for you to look muppetish!

Jimmy the cat woke me up by lying on my chest, demanding pats. This is very unusual, so we had a nice little cuddle. Now I'm up, drinking tea, and planning to clean the main floor and bake a banana bread. Such a lazy Sunday.

Gotta get some food shopping in, and some yoga. Then the day is wide-open, baby!

I found my beret!

I am eating oatmeal, and I think the plans for the day involve tidyig a bit, cooking a bit, and watching the Academy Awards.

Amusing spam of the day:

Are you happy? Then dont click...;)

From "Katrina."

Whee! They're total dolls, as I'm sure you've become aware.

We only met your people's mother, but when she asked us how we heard of the place, we mentioned that a friend in LA had met some of the family at Krav, and told her your name, so she called her son, and mentioned you, so he told her to give us free hot chocolate, on top of the samples she kept giving us, and then she gave me the habenero and mango chocolates I got for you for free.

I caved and had one piece of chocolate and a sip of Plei's hot chocolate, and I got a chocolate buzz. So good.

oops

Their mother? Oh, god, that's cool. Apparently they (the kravvers) are at least the third generation of...foodmakers in the family. The grandparents did candy, their father was a chef, and the guy in particular I saw a few weeks ago has been making candy since he was eleven. Understand, the dude is built like a brick but moves like a feather. Just not the guy who provokes fancy chocolate thoughts.

I think it's so great that she called him.

Timelies all!

Didn't actually get around to singing last night, but it was still a nice social evening, with much baby watching.