Sexual Chocolate

Is it just me or does everyone else's life seem to revolve around food? 

I just got my hair colored tonight and I remembered the first time my stylist colored it.  My cousin was over visiting during my fabulous hair makeover and she asked what color I was getting.  I told her I'd chosen an auburny, chestnutty, chocolatey color (because I go darker to cover my shiny silver hair - plus, I would look ridiculous as a blonde).   When my stylist (also my cousin's neighbor) had finished her masterpiece and told me my new haircut looked sexy with this beautiful, delicious color, my cousin said in her best Eddie Murphy "Coming To America" impression, "Oooooo, girl, that looks like Sexshul Chocklit!" 

So, after my stylist had created yet another masterpiece with my hair tonight, adding some spiciness to the sexy, chocolatey goodness this time, I wrote her a check and in the comment section wrote, "Thanks for the Sexual Chocolate!"  She just looked at it and said, "They all know me at the bank.... what are they going to think I'm selling?!"

Eh.  Give 'em something to talk about at my bank, too, when it clears.  :)



***Sorry to anybody who thought this was a blog about some Australian cover band or perverse candy.