I've hit an all new low.... I stole candy from a widow. A recent widow. A recent widow who is a blood relative. Surely, I'm doomed. How did this happen? Well, I thought I'd put together a small Christmas package to send north, and very thoughtfully stocked it with, among other things, my absolute favorite candy bars. mmm. Chuao Spicy Maya, which is "Dark chocolate infused with pasilla chile, cayenne pepper and cinnamon." mmm. Normally, I would not bring home several of my favorite chocolate bars, because I will just eat them all. Like, at once. But, I figured these sweets were safe, because they weren't for ME. And they were safe, during the day. At 2 am I convinced myself that it was ok to crack into the chocolate because its not like these were my Grandma's favorites, right?
|Child-less handicapped orphanage.|
There you have it. I steal candy from a) widows, b) handicapped orphans, and c) half-starved African kids.
On another note, I just had to check out the now two day old baby capybara at the Zoo. Look!
|I'm so cute!*|
|Are YOU my dad?!*|
|Awe. Family portrait. Except for Dad. Paternity test results pending.|
I couldn't help snapping a pic at this dude on my way out:
What a mug!
Alright. I'll try not to do anything too heinous tonight...
* Italicized captions are my mostly annoying interpretations of what I think animals are thinking.