Queen Kelley

Call me a chocoholic (and you would be absolutely correct), but one of my favorite Valentine’s treats is a box of Russell Stover chocolates. I’ve tried Whitman’s, Hershey’s, and random no-name candies, but Russell Stover beats them all. I’m sure there are much more delectable chocolates out there, and I probably couldn’t afford them. Maybe one day I’ll get to try them. For now, though, I’ll just hope the King gets the tiny little hints I’ve shouted at him for the past week and hands me one of these, even if it’s on Friday when he can get it half price. Seriously, I was at Wal-Mart (unfortunately a frequent hangout for me these days) earlier, and they offered an enormous box of Russell Stover chocolates for thirty bucks. THIRTY BUCKS! That’s some serious chocolate. Of course, as soon as I saw it at the store, I immediately sent a text message to the King regarding my find: “thirty dollar box of russell stover here!” He responded, “Where…wal-mart or the house?” Now what kind of question was that? When I told him it was at “wm,” he wrote back, “Well get it so that i dont have to (:” HELLO! Not only am I not going to buy a thirty-dollar box of chocolate, but I’m certainly not going to buy it for myself. Geez. I’m sure the King will redeem himself. To be continued…