D: A? A is it wise to drink that much chocolate?
A: Whatever do you mean, D?
D: It might be good for you, but perhaps not in that quantity.
A: I can handle it.
D: Are you certain? Your gait is a bit wobbly, there.
A: Is not.
A: (Walks into a chair) Okay, that’s just because I have a depth-perception problem – not chocolate overdose.
D: Uh huh.
A: I can stop whenever I want to.
D: Step away from the cup, A.
A: But it’s orange and delicious.
D: And lethal.
A: Are you going on about Pope Clement XIV again? Geese, what is your beef? The man was poisoned. It wasn’t the chocolate’s fault.
D: No, that is not what I meant, A.
A: Oh. Oh! You’re talking about Theobromine Poisoning.
D: Very good, A.
A: D, a human has to eat nearly 1000g of the theobromine in chocolate for the nasty side effects to pronounce themselves (although that amount is much smaller for dogs and other small pets – keep them away from the frothy goodness!).
D: Perhaps. But, you must admit that it puts your modern obsession with Valentine’s day and chocolate in a whole new light.
A: Hm… lover’s gift or messy murder weapon? Neat, D.
D: I’m guessing your writer brain just filed that away for future use, correct?
A: (Taps brain) Safe and sound.
D: Nothing in that head is sound, but I catch your meaning. So, are you going to temper your chocolate habit?
A: (Grabs cup and runs away, laughing maniacally). Never!!
D: Watch out for the table—oh. Ouch. That has to hurt. Oh well. Since A is nursing a poor knee, let met tell you something else rather notable. Green Embers is hosting an Indie Book Bash – he is giving away space on his blog for authors participating in Read Tuesday to advertise. Want in? Find out more!
Reasons I’m Drinking Hot Chocolate for Breakfast
Wednesday: Because Frank Sinatra’s “Witchcraft” was queued up and ready to play when I got into my car this morning (which also didn’t need to be scraped of ice – it’s the little things)
Tuesday: Because I forgot to make myself breakfast . . . and lunch. The boy got breakfast but did Mom remember to make one for herself? Nope. Did she remember to grab soup on her way out the door at the ridiculously early hour of 6:30? Nope. Was she kinda hungry all day? Nope. Because: Hot Chocolate!
Monday: It’s Monday. That’s totally allowed as a reason. Plus, I stabbed my hand yesterday while making guacamole. Because I’m a menace with sharp objects! (no worries, nothing vital hit. Plus, the boy gets to wash dishes all week!)
The Marshmallow in Your Cup
Witchcraft by: Frank Sinatra