Friday, October 04, 2013

The Misadventures of Trufflebutt

Wanna hear a funny story?  Sure you do that's why you're here.  We have a saying in our house when we see something hilarious happen to someone else, we say, "That's funny... cause it's not me".  But alas, this next story sadly IS about me, and it IS pretty funny.  Well at least according to my hubby.  Rest assured that through my embarrassment of my latest forgetful adventure, I have now garnished a sweet new nickname.

I soon am going to give an entirely new meaning to "apple bottom" jeans

Okay, so, yesterday, we took the girls on a little adventure.  We picked them up from school, and drove early to our destination.  There we had an early dinner at a restaurant (a special treat in itself), and then we had some time before the show to walk around.  One of the shops near the restaurant was See's Candy shop.  So of course one look through the windows and everyone wants to go in and check it out.

Who doesn't love a store FULL of chocolate?  I know this girl can't resist.  Well you waltz into that cool black and white-tiled candy shop, and immediately you are hit with the whiff of fragrant chocolate air.  Yum.  What's better than smelling chocolate?? That's right, TASTING chocolate!  The kind lady behind the counter offers us a free sample.  Don't mind if I do!  She pulls out a plate of apple pie white chocolate truffles and gives us each one.

It's like apple pie.  Covered in white chocolate. When I first heard this I secretly thought apple pie? Yes please.  White chocolate?  Double yes.  Apple pie and white chocolate together??... Ew.  But after taking a small bite, it was pretty darn tasty and I continued to chow down.  Now she had also given my girls each a truffle.  One ate it straight up.  One nibbled off the chocolate and threw it away when she got to the truffle, and one just handed hers right to me. Didn't even try it (seriously, is this child really mine? I wondered).  In their defense, they had little scoops of ice cream with their meal and I think were pretty full already.  So now I am blessed with a second truffle.  Lucky ME!  I'm totally full too, so I just slip it in my small purse and we leave the candy store to walk to our venue. Once there, I realize we are almost the first people in the very long security bag check line.

Passing the time, I absentmindedly read the giant sign in front of me that says "NO OUTSIDE FOOD OR DRINK ALLOWED INSIDE".  No big deal... until I realize... I'm bringing in a contraband truffle!  I don't want "the man" to get my sweet treat.  So as the line starts moving towards the guards, I take my truffle quickly out of my purse and put it in my back pocket.  I figure, they are not going to do a pat down, right?  This isn't the TSA.  My original thought here was:  Put truffle in back pocket... breeze through security check, then retrieve said truffle from it's hidden locale and place back in my purse for some future chocolate craving.

Mmm Chocolate....

Only... that's not what happened.  What happened is: The second I went pass the main entrance doors, I COMPLETELY forgot I had a giant truffle in my back pocket.  Plum. Forgot.  Didn't think about it again.  Attended an entire pre-show meet n greet, with no thoughts of chocolate whatsoever.  Sat through the full 2-hour show without a care in the world.  Drove home for 45 minutes in the car, with a bonus stop to get Slurpees, and it never crossed my mind.  We get home, start getting the girls ready for bed, and I reach into my left pocket because I'm not sure which one my cell phone is in.... and... UG.  What on earth??? 

Inside my pocket is a warm, slimy, gooey, melted chocolate mess.  Not only that, but it is only NOW, at this exact moment, that I remember I have had a smashed truffle in my back pocket for the last FOUR hours.  Gross.  I make a little squealing noise which makes my husband look up and ask what is wrong.  Holy crum, I have a entire truffle melted into my pants pocket!  Huge Mess.  He of course, find this hilarious.  I start pulling it out in chunks.  CHUNKS.  Ug.  On a bonus side note though, my pants smell like delicious apple pie.  I turned the pocket inside out and the whole thing is caked with truffle.  Mr. D is wracked with laughter by this point and says lovingly "That's okay my little trufflebutt, we still love you"... and with that, my newest nickname was born.  Now, off to do some extra laundry.  Also I'm now craving apple pie for some reason...

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