Menu Monday: Chocolate? Chocolate?

I'm back, Baby, I'm back! While I have been managing this blog from afar, I've realized how much writing it actually contributes to my happiness. After pre-writing a few posts this weekend I got up from the computer feeling happier than I have in a long time. It brought to fruition the original reason I started this blog in the first place; to document the happy life I live (forcing me to actively think about the happiness which is liberally spread throughout my life-- instead of dwelling on the negative.)

Man, did I have a hair across my ass for a while there or what? Rest assured, I'm not one of those people who licks her wounds and does nothing about it. I am working to get a change of scenery where the job front is concerned (the hours I work are the main reason for my dissatisfaction [not the job.]) That said, I am going to try to be more deliberate about sitting down in the morning and getting something on "paper"; it just makes me feel better.

So, this picture has nothing to do with today's post but c'mon, he's tasty, isn't he? You have to admit that.

Anyway, I digress from Menu Monday, which isn't about food; it's just food-themed.

I am not the most finesse of people. To use my name and the word "gentle" in the same sentence is laughable. My mother refers to me as a "Bull in the China shop." My mouth isn't loud, I'm just a little clumsy and a loud walker. The same holds true with electronics-- I type loudly, I often drop cameras (and anything else of value) and I abuse my cell phone. I treat that thing terribly (which is why I will never buy an expensive phone). To help get the most life out of my cell phones, I buy covers for them.

Recently, I dropped my cell phone and broke the cover clean off. Aaron, knowing my phone was unprotected, took me to get a new cover this weekend. We walked into the cell phone store and while Aaron was perusing the shelves, I went to the counter to make my purchase. The following conversation ensued:

Creepy Clerk: Will this be all? Just this accessory?

Jessi: Yep, that's it. Can you put it on for me too?

CC: Absolutely. (ringing in the purchase) That'll be $19.99.

J: (Handing over debit card) Thank you.

CC: (Breathy whisper) Chocolate?

J: I'm sorry?

CC: Choc-o-late?

J: Um, yes please?

CC: No, YOU... smell like chocolate.

J: Oh, (completely creeped out) I do?

CC: (Grossly smelling the air) Mmmmm, yes you do!

Aaron: (who appeared at my side out of nowhere) Excuse me? Did I miss something?

J: Um, (so uncomfortable) well, he says I smell like chocolate.

A: Oh really? (slightly sarcastic and protective) Yes, my wife smells good doesn't she?

CC: (Hurried) Here's your receipt. Have a great night.

Hahahahahahaha. My husband the hero rescued me from Mr. Creeper.