Sometimes when I am out, driving home from work is a bad time, so is a stop for groceries. Ill be at the check out. You know how they like to stack each check-out with every conceivable chocolate bar. Thats when temptation comes a knockin. I stand there looking at them thinking which one should I get. I could eat it in the car on the way home and no-one would ever know. Then the teller asks how I am and thankfully, distracts me.
A couple of summers ago we drove across the country, to a family reunion in Moosejaw, Saskatchawen. When we turned off the Transcanada Highway into Moosejaw, this is what we saw! I thought I had died and gone to heaven. The worlds largest chocolate moose. This was gonna be good. Heidi, being very much like her mother, also has the gene for chocohlicism. She thought it would be even better to fatten it up before we slaughtered it and sent it the the Cadbury Packing Plant. She hand fed it with love and kindness.
Once it reached its maximum chocolate capacity, we strapped that puppy to the roof of my little red mini van and made off out of Moosejaw, before anybody even knew what happened.
That choco BullWinkle didnt even last to the BC boarder! I wonder if the folks in Moosejaw ever figured out where it went!
Actually it was made of cement and fiberglass, but it sure looked like the good stuff. Hey! This is what happens when you are a chocoholic.