Last night, some girlfriends and I got together for a baking party. Many of you know that every time I try to bake something, somewhere a little kitten dies, so I was there only for moral support and to help clean up all those pesky bottles of wine.
At the end of the night, we said our goodbyes and I trudged the 2 blocks home through driving 75 degree winds. I’d been home about 10 minutes when I suddenly heard a pitiful voice crying from my gate, “Heather!”
Imagine my surprise and supreme amusement to see one of my friends (I won’t say which one, but it was my best friend and her name rhymes with “Mara”) standing outside my gate, covered head to foot in chocolate.
“No one will pick me up!” she wailed, almost on the verge of tears. My friend lives way on the other side of the highway and had been trying to flag a taxi while her still liquid and unwieldy pans of fudge leaked all over her.
After I stopped clutching my sides and rolling around all over the ground with laughter, I put her in the truck and drove her home. Fortunately, I had my camera with me and was able to snap off a few shots before she wrested the camera away from me. They’re not great because I was driving stick shift and maniacally laughing the whole time.
Man, roll down the window, you REEK of chocolate!!
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Aww, she’s waving at me.
Good lord, sometimes I truly love having a blog.
Huh. It kinda looks like she was telling you to “fuck-off” with her finger.
Must have been the camera angle.
Nah, that’s just a friendly little wave, James.
Good thing you explained the whole sequence. If not you’d have 19 forensic detectives, 8 FBI agents, the local sheriff, and a relative of Count Dracula would have shown looking to investigate. Oh well, All I vant ist your Blooood!
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oh man, I think I would have had to have licked her pants…..
Man! It looks like she was in an car accident…. with the Willy Wonka truck. No wonder no taxi would pick up her up… it looks like she is bloody from head to toe…
Fned.
Heather, this post made me LOL at work.
Have a wonderful Christmas. I’m sad that we have no plans to visit PDC at this time. Almost always come in Jan or Feb. Will definitely get there in 2009 but not sure when.
I’ll drop you a note on your e-mail before in case I can “mule” something for you.
PatR
Poor “Mara”. It looks like she’s giving you the Kinnon family salute.
hahahahaha! god i cant belive how much trouble you girls can get in to in a baking party …….but it is funny as hell ….so where are the cookies because mine came home empty handed ( in some terms )
LMAO cracking up!! dont forget to come get your goodies!
You are a good friend.
Was she laughing too or just horrified?
OMG, that is too funny! She does look like she’s either been run over or stabbed though…..but I don’t understand how one can get that much chocolate on themselves…..was there a food fight at some point?
Bwahahahaha!!!
“you REEK of chocolate”…MAN, what better thing could she reek of???
LOL
Chocolate is my favorite ingredient to bake with. Sounds like everyone except “Mara” had a good time!
It looks more like some other kind of bodily fluid than blood. But at least she must have smelled good.
I was trying to think of Christmas meme for us bloggers and I’ve got it! It goes like this. “Meh.”
Merry Christmas. I’m going to invent some kind of new candy and call it Maras. No one but you will know why. It makes as much sense as some of the other stuff I make. XO
What a great friend to so sweetly wave at you!
I’m really happy to have found your blog, Heather. You’re like a rock star over at playa.info, so it’s really neat to be able to read your blog, too.
Merry Christmas!
I love rolling in chocolate too…it’s O.K. “Mara”