First off, let me start by saying that grogging is hard work. It requires thought which requires a brain, and at the moment, I can’t say that mine is fully functioning. That, and it interferes with my chocolate-eating schedule.
Like most women, I have a lot going on. Family, kids, laundry, bills, new book coming out … it’s really a lot, you know? I’ve heard that exercise is supposed to be great and help you relieve stress and so on and so forth (do you see me rolling my eyes about now? I mean, how do they know that’s really true?) … me, I opt for self-medicating with chocolate.
I won’t wax on about all the healthy benefits of chocolate (I think there’s a study somewhere that proves it’s better than exercise …), but I will say that it has helped me get through more than one deadline and has sparked angelic, creative visions that would put Michelangelo to shame. Knowing that our grog was on the verge of launching, I made a special trip to Costco to pick up a six-pack of chocolate in preparation for all the exciting blogging ahead of me.
Now I don’t get into other people’s business about chocolate or what they do with it in their free time, but the checkout guy didn’t have any chocolate etiquette to speak of. That’s right. He actually refused to scan it and instead suggested that I swap it with another box of chocolate, one that had a BOGO promo going on (BOGO = buy one, get one).
I honestly think it’s because he was a guy that he didn’t get that I didn’t want the BOGO box of chocolate. The assortment I had (Hershey’s Milk, Hershey’s Milk with Almonds, Kit Kats, and Reese’s) was the one I wanted. The other box had Butterfingers, 100 Grand, Crunch, and something else that my half-a-brain can’t recall. I didn’t want that one, BOGO or no BOGO.
He produced the coupon. This had the psychological equivalent effect of waving money in my face. He was playing dirty and we both knew it. But I persevered: I said no and got the hell out of there with my integrity and my box of chocolate intact.
Moral of the story? There is none. I just wanted to point out that while I was mulling over what to write, I polished off three bars of chocolate (two Hershey’s with Almonds, one Reese’s). I also had an 8 oz glass of water, because it’s supposed to be good for you. And while I didn’t hear trumpets trumpeting and angels singing overhead, I predict good things for our grog. We’re six up and coming authors with excellent debut novels, and we all love to blog. So check back often, have a candy bar on us (metaphorically – please do not send us receipts for your chocolate), and enjoy the grog.