It's Monday

And Robin's column on bitchy heroines is up over at Readers Gab.

If you wrapped me in tinfoil, I could pass for a Hershey's Kiss. Well, not really. My shape isn't quite that triangular. But I've been massaged and lotioned and scrubbed with cocoa butter and cocoa beans, and bathed in a whipped cocoa bath. Plus, I ate many Kisses and had a stupendous meal in the formal dining room of the hotel. :sigh: I'm spoiled forever now.

Bought a bag of coffee-flavored dark chocolate Kisses for The Biochemist and a bag of cherry cordial ones to take to the office. Lyvvie, I have a Zagnut bar for you, if you want it.

SBD -- Mary Sue

When ever I read the name, I hear the jingle. What jingle, you're wondering? Prob'ly only people who grew up in the Mid-Atlantic, or maybe just in Maryland (I'd say Balmer, but I didn't grow up in the city) know it, the little jingle that played during the seasonal commercial for their delicious terrible-for-you chocolate easter eggs. ( You know you're dying of curiosity to learn about Mary Sue Easter Eggs, so you might as well click here to read the rest of my ramble. I'll get to romance eventually. Promise. )