Great Balls of Lindt

I had a very stressful night last night, and got less than four hours of sleep, so I was a walking zombie most of today.

When I got home, I grabbed two Lindt Chocolate Truffles (because it was either those or tequila for dinner tonight).

I opened one and popped it in my mouth.  I unwrapped the second one, but the animals were needing attention and dinner, so I tucked it under my armpit without thinking  (I suppose I should add here that I multitask, which often includes tucking things under my arms when needed) and took care of the furry kids, along with some other chores.

That would have been bad enough (okay, and weird. And yes, maybe a little gross. But it’s not like I would have eaten it once I found it!  Or told anyone…)

But I forgot about it.  Turns out, Lindt Balls fit surprisingly comfortably in the armpit, and conform to body temperature remarkably fast.

It wasn’t until later (much later), after collapsing in a chair, that I went to move hair out of my face and got a whiff of armpit chocolate.

I’m too tired tonight.  I will laugh about this tomorrow.  And maybe shower.