I have a very hard time saying no to chocolate. Mostly I just don't buy it, which keeps me out of temptation's way.

Sometimes, though, that's not an option. Several of the local schools have been selling chocolate bars to raise money for special projects and I'm pretty much obligated to buy some because one of my nieces is involved. So I've been buying the bars and handing them over to the spousal unit with strict instructions that he is to hide them from me.

Yes, yes I am so immature that I cannot peacefully co-exist with chocolate and It Has To Live A Secret Life in our household.

Oh be quiet.

As if you don't have Your Own Dark Needs.

The spousal unit came home today for lunch and I decided to rummage around in the vegetable keeper for some salad fixings to go with the soup and sandwiches. There in the bottom, under the bag of carrots, were two of The Forbidden Chocolate Bars.

I began to scoff at how poorly he'd chosen his hiding place, bragging about how my large vegetable consumption pretty much guaranteed I would find that chocolate almost instantly.

With a smirk he told me those bars had been there under those carrots AT LEAST two weeks. Yes, he was smirking. At me.

Oh, the pain, the humiliation.

I did my best to save face, noting that carrots keep forever and that I don't use them much outside of stews and curries. He dropped his magazine slightly, looked up over his glasses at me and nodded solemnly before ostentatiously lifting said magazine up to continue his reading.

I hate it when he does that unspoken "yeah, yeah, sure, sure" thing with me.

Oh, and you know what was even MORE infuriating?

He had the magazine up high enough that I couldn't see his mouth.

I'm almost certain that he was smirking.

Again.

At me.

Man, I REALLY hate it when he does that.

--Marn

P.S.--The International Cavorting Day Hall of Fame is open. You, too, could be part of an institution that's just like the Rock 'n' Roll Hall of Fame except that it doesn't involve music, Ohio, talent or an actual building.

Otherwise, they are remarkably alike.

Celebrate the notion that we should all have one day in our lives when we are free to celebrate a jolt of spontaneous happiness.

Post a button or post a link to the cavorting site and become enshrined! See yourself right up there on the screen!

Make a rubbing of your name!

Oh. Wait. Maybe that last bit wouldn't work. Nevermind that part, 'kay?

Today's inductee into the Hall o' Fame is:

The first ten cavorters who entered the Hall of Fame I have dubbed The Mothers And Fathers of Cavorting. Don't worry, this does not involve messy blood tests, paternity cases OR child support. However, each time I update, I will feature one of them.

Cavorting has a large, loving, extended family of aunts and uncles, too, though, and it would be just wrong not to celebrate their wonderfulness, too.

And now, can I have a drum-roll, please, for Today's Cavorting Aunt's and Uncles: