I'm currently "on hiatus" from my job (read: unemployed), which is not as much fun as it sounds. It can be, sometimes, but there's only so much talking to my cat I can do before I admit to myself that she has no idea what I'm saying (although sometimes it seems like she does...maybe).
So, I'm currently working on a project I call "Chocolate House." You see, a while back, The Boyfriend received a model of a house molded entirely out of chocolate. You know what he did? He gave it to me. This is why we're still together. Sure, there are other reasons why we're still going out, but mostly because when he obtains large pieces of chocolate from the heavens and/or co-workers, he gives them to me.
I've been spacing my Chocolate House consumption out over a couple weeks. I gnawed my way though the roof, then the second floor, and now I only have the living room left. I'm gonna go ahead and call this an accomplishment - an Unemployment Accomplishment.
(Cats, boys, and chocolate? I'll try to get more substance in here as time goes on. Or maybe not. Who knows?)
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