No, wait. I hate you.
Don’t worry. It’s only pregnant woman hate- the kind that overcomes you when you see someone else holding the chocolate bar you crave and you can’t get your hands on it. No matter how hard you try.
I ‘ll get over it. I’m sure I will. But till then— if you live near a Trader Joes, we are no longer friends.
This is me totally pouting about eating the last square of TJ’s Dark Chocolate Bar- Carmel with Black Sea Salt. It had been in my freezer for over four months and I’d grab a square when I really wanted some love in my life. Now it’s gone. There is this gaping hole in my life.
I kid, I kid. I promise I’m not in the corner of my kitchen crying.
I’m just bummed it’s now gone. I’m not biased to this particular TJ’s chocolate bar- I love all of them. But, unless I’m planning on driving hours and hours— We’re talking one way 6 hour drive here (minimum) I won’t be able to have a TJ’s chocolate bar. Planning a 6 hour drive for chocolate?! Okay, it must just be the pregnancy talking…… Annnnnd, I’m considering it