Hyper for Chocs

Ahhhh...Chocolates, my favourite. There was a chocolate bar on my boss's desk. I would have snatched the bar away if my mouth wasn't in pain. As if my boss could understand what I was thinking (and she knew I can't eat), she handed over the chocolate to me.

Without a bit of shame, I just accepted it and went back to my desk.

The choc and me in love!

I mentioned to my dearest colleagues/ neighbor in crime that the chocolate was only for me and I'll eat it when I fully recover from the mouth disease. Meanwhile I'll just take a quick sniff.