Hot Cocoa Fetish

My husband thought he could cure my hot cocoa fetish. He found out I was hiding the tin of the last of the hot cocoa mix. When he went to retrieve it, he set off a slew of booby traps. I heard the sirens and alarms go off. I came running. After clearing the air of the stink bomb that went off, removing his fingers from the large rat trap, and doctoring the skin from the mild electrical shock he received. I punched in my pass code and turned off the alarms. I then looked at him and said MINE!! in a very Linda Blair kind of voice. He says... "But honey I fixed it, I bought another big tub of the hot cocoa mix" He just doesn't understand. So I hold this can like a precious jewel, grumbling about having to find a new hiding spot and resetting the alarms and booby traps, and I walk away. Now little does he know. This hot cocoa thing can consume a person. Now when I get my hot cocoa from the new can I add a scoop or two of the powder to the old can and re-hide it. hehehehehe MINE MINE MINE.

Okay everyone has heard the expression "light at the end of the tunnel" Well...my husband and I found that light. We had been having some financial problems, among other stuff. And everything seemed to come together to be taken care of. So..Just when we thought we would step out of the tunnel into the daylight. We realized that the light was actually headlights from and oncoming semi truck, that just ran our asses over. hehehe So, when we think everything is going good, the suburban breaks down, my mother goes into the hospital (pneumonia), my son needs new glasses, and my knees start hurting so bad I can barely walk. So.... maybe there is a hint of light again. Because we fixed the suburban, and mom is supposed to get out of the hospital today, make an appointment for the kid, and I will just deal with my knees (grunting and groaning). Now the only thing we are wondering is if the light we see now at the end of the tunnel is really daylight, or is it a convoy of those fricken semi's gonna run our ass over again and again.

My family is proof that God has a sense of humor.