Me WANTS some. Hot chocolate, that is. I have a craving. A gnawing, hollow craving deep in the pit of my belly for some luscious, creamy hot chocolate. *drools* Please, please won’t somebody take pity on my need and send me a hot chocolate via some sort of crazy beverage delivery service.
I need to move somewhere where the Canadian dollar is worth about a million times its usual purchasing power in the local currency. Then I could hire someone to sit by my side, wearing a tiny red hot chocolate elf outfit and constantly stirring a pot of rich melted chocolately goodness with a big silver ladel. There would be a row of clean mugs and a can of Reddi-Whip always at the ready. And maybe a jar of strawberry Pocky sticks. It would be like heaven.
Except that anywhere my money is worth enough to allow me to rent a human and denigrate their dignity in such a fashion, is probably *way* too hot to allow for any genuine appreciation of steamy beverages. I’d probably be wishing for a cerveza elf, or a tequila elf, or possibly just an untainted water elf.
I blame the Lord of the Rings convention for all this reflection on elf bondage. I might add that my Mom gave me this cream-coloured thermal silk underwear, which I wore for the first time this morning. It is *extremely* light-weight (less than 1mm thick) but *extremely* warm. My first thought? “Cool! It’s like thermal Mithril!” I need help.
😉
You may need help, but you’re surely entertaining to the rest of us.
*smooch*
Send fax number, I can set you up with some hot chocolate.
Why do I have the sinking suspicion this will be of a sexual nature?
“hot chocolate fax?”
oookkkaaaayyy…. quatre un six – trois un quatre – sept quatre un un
Give it to me, girl!
Why would you want to spoil sweet tasty hot chocolate with the wrongness that is Reddi-Whip? Real whipping cream all the way!
and now the fax machine, she is borked.
I suppose I could have predicted this. Or someone else could have, anyway.
2nd. The Reddi-Whip is portable, this is true, but at the point where you have someone in a red hot chocolate elf outfit they may as well be constantly occupied with whipping you cream. Er. Whipping cream, for you. Yes.
Little Bunny,
I have in my possession chocolate. lots of deep rich sweet chocolate, the good stuff. I can, at a moment’s notice, melt some in a pan, add liquor if you desire, and hot milk. stir and pour and top with whipped cream. we can do this. all you have to do is ask. to look pleadingly, and the sweet nirvana of genuine hot chocolate is yours. 🙂