Soft As Silk.

So, Sunday night, Hazel's finally dropped into a coma after screaming bloody murder for three straight hours, The Ladyfriend's napping, and I decide: I need chocolate. The nearest store is only three blocks away, and I encounter these on my way there:




Sometimes, it's like the universe is giving me a great big hug (but, y'know, only to cop a feel of my butt, but that's the way I like it...).