Then I got a phone call that was no good news at all, about something I have no control over, which is very hard for me to deal with. I am a wee bit of a control freak. There is nothing I can do about this but fork over boo coo dollahs and hope for the best.
So, I decided that I needed and was deserving of some chocolate therapy. Don't worry, I did not reach for the Three Muskateers or the Otis Spunkmeyer chocolate chocolate chip muffins (OMG, are they to die for or what???). No, no, no, I did chocolate therapy the healthy way...
Oooh, yeah...Justin's chocolate hazelnut butter (purchased just this morning at Whole Foods - don't remember where I heard about it, but so much better than my old guilty pleasure, Nutella) on half a toasted whole grain sandwich thin. Now that's therapy I can live with! Yum, yum, yum. I think I am going to have to leave that jar at work, though, so it does not disappear at home (I am not naming any names, but they start with J, C, & E, and maybe one chocolate addicted Fat Mama, too).
When I get home, I am taking the spastic 80 pound puppy for a long walk and then calling this day DONE! Tomorrow will be better, right?