Tuesday, February 14, 2006
Valentine's Day, DeBrands Fine Chocolates, And Rubberband Bracelets
This year, I got a whole bunch of stuff. My usual ration of $5 from my mom was doubled, since I now have Brian, but I didn't get any Twizzlers (I think it was a pay-off). From Brian I got a box of DeBrands Fine Chocolates, a red rose, a newspaper (to look at the employment section), an adorable card, and the free installment of brand-new Bosch windshield wipers (very handy). When I got to work this morning, I had waiting for me on my desk (from my friend, Jenny) Hershey's Kisses, a couple of suckers, a pink and white swirl rubberband bracelet with "cutie" on it, and a dish towel with hearts on it. Very cute. It's been a very fun Valentine's Day.
This has easily been the best Valentine's Day of my life. Mostly because of the mixture of spending all day yesterday playing hookey, hanging out with Brian, and getting DeBrands Chocolate. For those of you not from Indiana, DeBrands Chocolatiers Headquaters is in Heaven. The chocolate from there should not be spelled with a lower-case "c". It's not chocolate, it's Chocolate. One look is intrigue. One taste is obsession. I have been to DeBrands before. I have tasted their Chocolate. I have become obsessed. But never have I received anything more than a single Chocolate in a white envelope. Yesterday, I got a box. A box! Do you sense the wonder?
Mid-gasp I heard my brain start reeling. Where should such a treasure be hidden? Where will it be safe? How can I protect it? My precious.....
Under my pillow? No. It may feel overheated.
In my car? No. It may feel cold.
In my closet? No. It may feel unappreciated.
In my cabinet? No. It may feel cramped.
In my safe-deposit box? No. It may feel lonely.
Yes, yes. The only sensible place to safely put a box of DeBrand Caramel and Pecan Chocolates is in my stomach. Yes, yes, it's the only logical thing.