kisses always make it better

I just got back from vacation. oh the lovely, the glorious, the weather. But I'll post more on that later. I've been meaning to post a story on here for a while and I just kept putting it off. Luckily, loading vacation pics onto the computer forced me to also load this pic too, so now I can tell my story.

First, let me say that it is 1:13 in the afternoon and I am eating a bowl of cereal perched on my chest (since the belly can't be used as a table just yet) while typing this.

Okay, now we're ready.

A while ago, I was feelin crappy. Yeah, yeah, we know, so what else is new, Ames. The story gets cute, I promise. I went into the pantry where there is a stash of Hershey kisses, hoping a little "kiss" of chocolate would make the yuckies go away. Well, it didn't make the yuckies go away but it did give me a few minutes of chocolatey yums. And the Hershey kiss had a message for me:

I kid you not. How the heck did Hershey know I wasn't feeling good?
Awesome.

Thanks, Hershey. I'll try.