Katmandu

I have spoke before of my dislike for the coco bean. I am not a big fan of the chocolate nectar some of you lust for. Now, I don't mind the occasional snip of the coco bean. I hate dark chocolate, but I can tolerate the others. I very rarely get the coco itch..But I have been known to dabble in such items. But its pure experimentation...Just dabbling..That's all

That is, until yesterday. Usually at this time of the month I am looking for my set of 12 freshly sharpened steak knives and a box of salt to pour in the fresh wounds that I carve.

But this month I want to eat. COCO BEANS.. Over the last 2 days I have consumed about 10 cups of hot chocolate, and a bag full of Dove chocolate. ( Dove is the best if your going to dabble)....Plus ..oh yes, there is more..Earthquake ice cream sundae's from Dairy Queen, two night in a row...Will it ever end?

But what gets me is I have not gained any weight. In fact, I have dropped another 2 pounds this week. I think I may be dyeing of some rare form of cancer that causes you to like things you would normally dislike.

I even found myself shoving the Dove pieces in my mouth fast so that I did not have to share with anyone..I was hoping to move so fast no one would see what I was doing. I tried to cover up my tracks...But alas, Boo Bee out smarted me once again. She spotted a wrapper in the trash and I had to come clean. Not only that, but I had to share. I hate sharing..Ask anyone.

So, I am going thru some kind of chocolate thing. But I hate chocolate. Unless I am PMSing, or dyeing of a rare cancer...mmkay?

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Yesterday morning Boo Bee was doing her normal knock knock routine..This is it..

Boo: "momma, knock knock"
ME: " whose there?"
Boo:" doggie"
ME:" doggies who"
Boo:" hahaha momma...Knock knock"
Me:whose there?"
Boo:"..Um, um, sagwa..(our cat)"
Me: " sagwa who?"
Boo: " knock knock...

ok you get my point..This will go on forever if I don't stop it..But today she says this..

" knock knock momma"

and I say "whose there?"

she says something and I thought was shoes..So I say shoes who..

she then says..." Damn it momma, no not shoes"

I then tell her she can not say damn it anymore, it is a bad word..

she then tells me " ok momma, I say damnit no more ok momma?"

We are making progress..Baby steps, we are taking baby steps..It takes a lot to reform a two year old of her cursing..Look, I am 31 and still on the 12 step program.

Bee Real