The divinity of a broken heart

As I write this, Christmas 2015 is only shortly behind us, after which (and possibly even before) Walmart already had shelves stocked with red and pink oversized heart-shaped boxes of Valentine chocolates.  (Not that you can ever have oversized boxes of chocolates, the more the merrier, I say.)   

It’s always fun to break open and tear off the wrapper to see what’s inside—all kinds of different, great-tasting goodies (well, okay, some just “different”) smothered in the dark stuff.  Of course, if you’re not brave enough to just dig in and surprise your tastebuds, you can always cop out and look at the “guide” on the top of the package.  Chocolate-covered dates?  I’ll pass.

I’m not sure when people started linking

#Carpediem — #Thursday is #Chocolate Day!

Starts innocently enough like this….

Made it to Thursday?  Of course you did!  If so far you’ve celebrated your profession (Monday), counted the ways to be thankful that it’s Tuesday, honored your fave bohemian—person and/or idea—(Wednesday), then you certainly deserve Thursday’s gig, which is…wait for it….

*****CHOCOLATE DAY!*****

One of my friends, knowing my penchant for celebrating the days of the work week by my choice of clothing in keeping with the day’s theme, asked if I wear brown on Thursday.  

“No”, said I, “I eat chocolate.”

(Granted, any reason for eating chocolate seems like a good reason.)

ENDS LIKE THIS….

So celebrate it any way you like, but Thursday is the day to remember all those people/things/events that SWEETEN your life.   Who and/or what are you remembering today, in honor of Chocolate Day, that is…!! —-dawnlizjones