Happy Friday, Friends! This morning’s post is nearly writing itself. I woke up giggling about yet another moment of self-imposed silliness and figured I should just share, confessional-style. Especially in a week where I wrote about jeans that were too tight. 😉 Oh my. Maybe it’s a theme and I’m working it out by sharing?
Last night hubby Paul and I were cocooned on the sofa catching up on some favorite tv programs and my sweet tooth started talking. Loudly. If I hadn’t spied the container of Trader Joe’s Dark Chocolate Peanut Butter Cups in the fridge while I was cleaning up after dinner, I might’ve avoided the indulgence.
Nestled under a blanket for the first time in months thanks to a rush of autumn air, I was enjoying my spot on the sofa. When Paul stood to shut a few windows, I seized the opportunity to ask if he’d get A (singular – one – one peanut butter cup) for me while he was up and good guy that he is, he nodded “No problem”.
When he returned, he handed me three. Three? How did he get there? Turns out he heard me ask for peanut butter CUPS – plural – and three seemed like the right number to him. Sure, sure. I could’ve enjoyed one and returned the other two to the fridge, but you know I didn’t. It was a serendipitous delight! We watched tv for another hour or so and I enjoyed my ‘pb cups’, letting each melt in my mouth with all their chocolatey, peanut butter goodness.
Yep. Moderation is a goal but gifts? When they come in the form of a sweet treat, hand delivered? Relish and enjoy. Wherever your day takes you today, from me to you – let it be filled with goodness! Peanut butter or otherwise…
-Vicki 😎
Victoria Ponders 
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