I don’t have very many guilty pleasures in my life. I mean I have pleasures but they don’t make me feel guilty and I’ve made it quite clear to everyone what my pleasures are.
Besides my dogs, family and my garden I do have other pleasures, such as chocolate.
I am a lover of chocolate.
My favorite ice cream is chocolate, or vanilla covered in chocolate sauce or hot fudge. Double chocolate chip cookies, chocolate pop tarts, and chocolate cheesecake cake are all favorites.
Ironically my dogs are the color of chocolate and so is my couch.
Anyway, back to guilty pleasures.
Over the past few weeks I’ve been indulging in a little bit of a guilty pleasure.
The stupid display at the grocery store had finally gotten the best of me.
After weeks of walking past it and telling Gracie no, I finally gave in and bought all the necessities for making S’mores.
One night we made a few S’mores and the kids had their fix.
I was just getting started.
For the next several nights I had a S’more.
I would wait until the kids went to bed and make my S’more.
It was awesome and I looked forward to it every night for almost a week. I think I even sent the kids to bed a little early once or twice just so I could eat my S’more without them wanting one too because I didn’t want to share.
One night I went to make my S’more and realized I was using my last piece of chocolate, which made the S’more even more special that night.
As I was just finishing creating my S’more masterpiece Gracie unexpectedly came out of her room and into the kitchen.
I totally panicked and shoved my S’more behind a box sitting on the counter and took her back to bed.
A few minutes later I returned to my S’more creation shoved behind a box only to find that the box was on the floor and my S’more was gone and there was slobber on the counter and a dog sitting a few feet away with graham cracker crumbs on his paws and licking his chops.
I can’t tell you the words that came out of my mouth, because some of you might be hugely offended, but feel free to use your imagination.
I can tell you that the dog who ate my S’more was Leroy . Don’t worry. He didn’t ingest enough chocolate to do him any harm and he made sure to devour every bite.
Obviously Leroy’s guilty pleasure is eating my guilty pleasure.