Dove Chocolates

This is the first day in a long time that I don't have bookoos of work looming over me (there is still work to be done, it's just not looming... yet). So I've decided to devote this next... period of time... to the eating and analyzing of Dove Chocolates.

If you don't eat Dove Chocolates, you are lame. But you are also unaware that each chocolate has a sassy little message of wisdom (or something that sounds like it anyway) written on the foil wrapping. If you have ever eaten an entire bag... by yourself... in one sitting... you know that there are really only 5 or 6 messages per bag and they start to get redundant pretty fast (depending on how quickly you eat your chocolate).

But for now I'm on my first 3 in a new bag and their inspiring little messages are still magical. I like to think there's a saucy middle-aged woman (divorced once, no children, poorly dyed red hair) that lives in the Dove factory and just wanders around jotting her thoughts down in a little notebook. And then they print them on the foil, and pissed off women like me open them and think "Now that's a cheeky little thought. That inspires me to be cheeky myself and eat another handful of chocolates."

Actually, I can really only handle three. They be so rich and smooth and delicious.

So the last one I opened read: "Test your limits and keep going."

Which is interesting because (at this moment) I am about riding on very little sleep (3-5 hours for the last three nights) and whole lot of exaustion. Whine. Whine. Whine. (Yes, I know. I'm terrible.) I've actually discovered (or spent enough time in to notice) this state where I have so little sleep that I actually feel physically nauseous, like every movement I make has this dizziness and added resistance to it. I call it... sleepy sickness.

Very exciting. Profound discovery.

So I'm going to go to bed now. Even though the Dove wrapper encourages me to test my limits and then keep going. I don't think the Dove wrapper really knows what it's asking of me. And I don't really want to test this one anymore than I already have.

(Leo Update: Leo survived his great fall and was fine the next day. Although the collision with the ground did succeed in knocking out his front teeth (unfit mother!). But is okay, because they grow back (the benefits of being a rodent) and he is making a glorious recovery.

Parachute training is in progress... (that would just be damn awesome).

Thank God there are people in the world like you, Bellami, to drop babies on their heads for the rest of us who just don't have the balls to do it.)