I must prepare you for this entry and this is why.
I actually received the entry way ahead of time! How could that possibly be?
I did not know it was an entry at first because all crazy women are procrastinators, or so I thought. I started reading my e-mail from Robin and initially none of what I was reading was making any sense at all until I got to her attached photo and then I had to go back and reread what she had written and at that point I was LMAO!
Lorraine… beware!!! I think you have met your match!
So let me share this provocative story with you from our own Robin…
you know, “the other” Robin.
“This is an 88% chocolate experience. See the chocolate fly?
As the hammer man chisels away, see how he gives me the most delicious chocolate experience? His muscles bulge, sweat splays. The noise – bangbangbang. The flying flakes of delicious, near pure chocolate CHOCOLATE. Eighty eight percent. Pure!
His name is Galand. Galand the Hammer.
Roger is carting away the smaller pieces in his wheelbarrow. I love those.
Clancy uses his two-wheel dolly to bring me the larger chunks. I like them better.
Niles is hammering away over there, but doesn’t seem to deliver the level of chocolate I require (he’s a slacker). Poor Niles.
But Clancey. Roger. Certainly not Niles.
And even… Galand. No, they don’t compare.
Not, with, Org. Not with that beautiful, gorgeous, omigosh fabulous, blond, troll of a man with the simple shovel. O Mi Gosh, this tremendous, huge, handsome GOD of muscle and brawn. Reminds me so of the Orc’s, of Tolkien fame. I always thought, they are – HOT! Org could turn his plastic neck, lock his unpainted eyes on mine, and we would be off to one thousand one Arabian nights. Take me to the qasbah my Nordic lord.
Of course, they know. I’m watching… ”
And I leave you with this J.R.R. Tolkien quote:
“Even the smallest person can change the course of the future.”