In a TOTALLY uncharacteristic show of domesticity, we spent the ENTIRE Sunday making chocolate covered Valentine’s for the teachers and classmates. I know right? Mother. Of. The. Year.
It took about 10 hours. And I didn’t care. I was so proud.
Then? I get home on Monday night after giving them to all the teachers and office staff and classmates … and we had one fruit bouquet left to give to our neighbor Carl.
As I was about to walk (ok, drive, it was like 40 below) it over to his house, I pick it up and it’s like a juice bag with chocolate chunks floating in it. It looks like rat vomit. (Not that I would know, but I’m guessing).
So, I reach into the bag to fish out a strawberry and it is AWFUL! The fruit is sour and mushy, acidic and GROSS. I had to spit it out!
And then, I started thinking of all the teachers, and office staff, and all of Zoey and Lucy’s classmates at home going through their loot and coming across a soggy bag of sh*@ and thinking, “Who the hell gifted this?”
And I started to get all hot and feel sick.
And then I started looking for new schools.
Lesson: Can you freeze chocolate covered strawberries? NO! They turn to slush! Thank you, Yahoo. But, I bet you already knew that.
Next year, glow sticks for everyone. Better idea still, move.