Chocolate Hearts Don't Break!

I went back to work this week! (Actually I've been working for weeks, but this was the first week I had speaking engagements.) And so far, they've gone great! Yahoo!

Tuesday I spoke for independent grocers courtesy of MDI (Merchants Distributors Inc.). MDI does training for their clients and I've been lucky enough to be one of their speakers for several years. This year I got to go by the food show they put on to showcase their wares. And they had a section called Candy Carnival! There was a lot of good candy, but look at these:

I've never seen the giant VANILLA Tootsie Roll! Look how big it is compared to the standard Midgee. (It looks kind of like a tapeworm which is a little creepy.) The vanilla Tootsie Roll is good, but it's not as good as chocolate (in my humble opinion).

I've reviewed these before - the Valentine Tootsie Roll. Solid choice, low fat, like 'em.

I haven't seen these either - PRETZEL M & M's:

I like M & Ms. I like pretzels. I like these. BUT I'd rather have regular M & M's. Or peanut M & Ms. Or chocolate covered pretzels. Or about 1,000 other things. Maybe these are good as a lower calorie option (only 140 calories) but nothing to write home about. I predict failure.

I stopped by Cracker Barrel on the way home and they have new chocolate merchandise!!!

Cute, cute, cute!! And expresses how I feel perfectly.

I love seeing the new and creative ideas of candy makers - so fun!

Now there's creative and there's Walmart:

These hearts are by Palmer - very cute - look at that little tuxedo! (At the rate I'm going, the best man for me IS a chocolate one.)

Would you believe I heard from Afghanistan Man again? Just in time for Valentine's Day - he friended me on Facebook, which I ignored - I told him it was better for me if I let him go completely (i.e. after waiting all those months for him to come back from Afghanistan and then have him lie to me, I don't think I'm going to be Facebook friends with him). He said that saddened him, that I was a great woman, believing in him when he doubted himself, blah, blah, blah. Too bad I wasn't great enough for him to believe in me.

That's okay - I can buy my own Valentine's Day chocolate, I have friends who love me, and I believe in me. At the end of the day, that's what really matters - that you believe in yourself. (And that you have chocolate. Lots of chocolate.)