A silly little thing happened on the way to the city

I just realized that I really haven't been doing much writing lately. I just try to get my posts done as quickly as possible. Like it's a chore. A job.

So, I'm going to tell you a little story. It's a little embarrassing, but hopefully it will make you laugh as much as I did. That lady in the bathroom stall probably thought I was nuts.

Anyway, once a week I make my commute to the city to do the bookkeeping for my clients there. As a treat, I first stop at Flying Goat Coffee here in Healdsburg for their delicious short latte and a pastry. This day they didn't have much left so I walked over to the Downtown Creamery and Bakery and splurged on a chocolate croissant. I know it's a bad habit to eat in your car - and probably doesn't help my driving but on my last bite as I was cruising down the highway the little bit of chocolate fell out of my croissant. I thought it fell in my lap, but as much as I tried to find it while not crashing my car it had disappeared. I assumed it had gone in that stupid crack between my seat and the center console never to be seen again. When I had safely parked at my first client's office I searched the area and my pants to make sure I wasn't wearing it. As I was sitting down at the desk in his office I starting smelling chocolate - I thought maybe he had a cookie or something. Only when I pushed up the sleeve of my sweater did I realize the smell was coming from my arm. That little sneaky hunk of melted chocolate had slipped right down my sleeve! Of course now I've got brown streaks all over one side of my arm and a big gloopy spot of it on my sweater! In a panic I run off to the bathroom before anyone can notice my "accident". I'm not kidding when I say I'm covered from my wrist to my elbow in sticky brown smudges. And, at the sink in the bathroom I'm madly trying to wash it off while cracking up. Then, I have to do some fancy maneuvering to try and push/fold my sleeve so my stain doesn't show. I guess the good news was that it wasn't on my pants - I'm not sure I would've been able to convince anyone it was chocolate. Really - it's just chocolate - smell it!

If you're looking for a moral to the story forget it. I'm still going to have my little treat on the drive into the city and I'll probably drop a few crumbs in that damn crack. But I sure am hoping chocolate comes out of cashmere...