Afternoon Chocolate

Almost as much as I enjoy a cup of coffee first thing in the morning, I like to treat myself to a single piece of chocolate every day around 2pm.  I could call it dessert, but it's long enough after lunch that it feels like some sort of forbidden indulgence.  And I so look forward to it.  (Yes.  Every single day.  Don't tell my boot camp instructor.)

It doesn't matter much to me what form it comes in, be it a Hershey kiss, a Dove promise, a piece of candy more than a few months old that one of the kids got at school and I salvaged from under the seats of the van...I'm not picky.  The other day, I pulled out a solitary Hershey bliss for my afternoon treat.  I carefully unwrapped the goody pondering how many bites I could possibly get out of the tiny square of chocolate.

I threw the foil wrapper away and glanced at the chocolate.  It didn't require close scrutiny to notice something wasn't right.

What you see there are the unmistakable, tiny bite marks of a seventeen month old who visited my office a few days before and evidently decided to help herself to some of my chocolate stash located in one of the lowest drawers of my desk, perfectly accessible to little people.

I laughed as I remembered prying the candy from her mouth and throwing it back into my desk drawer with a stern "No, no, Sarah!", obviously not taking note of the damage she'd done to it.

My simple pleasure this week is the indulgence in a solitary piece of chocolate in the afternoon.

And apparently, it's Sarah's simple pleasure too.

Enjoy many, many more Simple Pleasures today at Dayle's Simple Pleasure party.