You see, the color is lighter than a Hershey's bar, but darker than a Wendy's Frosty. Both of which I love, have a hard time turning down, and therefore, should never cross paths. Unfortunately they did more than cross paths, they collided on my living room wall, and now my thoughts are consumed by chocolate.
Chocolate chip cookies, fudge brownies, chocolate cheesecake and most of all....
Rocky Road Ice Cream
I bought the ice cream because the temptation to lick my wall was overwhelming me. I was in heaven as I took those first few licks of my ice cream. The creamy chocolate and soft marshmallows were almost more than I could bear, and then I tasted that first nut and I came crashing back to earth.
Nut. Nutty. Nuttiness.
And suddenly, all these visions came flooding into my head; Visions of a very awkward, (nutty, if you will), situation that occurred on the day that we painted our living room wall. If you read my last post, you will know that this was also the day that we sold our truck.
I saw everything clearly. Our furniture was pulled into the center of the living room. Caleb was standing on the ladder, pretending to be a king, and our front door was slightly ajar. And then I heard the man who was test driving our truck knock gently on the door. But before Adam and I had the chance to say or do anything, Caleb motioned to the man from the top of the ladder, and said in a commanding voice, "come in princess."
Then I heard the man laugh nervously and say, "Who me, a princess?"
And then I think I said something like, "I don't know whose child that is, on account of, I don't really live here. I'm just helping this nutty family paint a wall."
And then I grabbed my bag of chocolate chips and ran away.
Don't you just love how chocolate seems to make everything right?
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