*whimper*

Oh, man, I got a Chocolate Jones something awful!  I am DYING for some chocolate, but there's none in the house (don't panic, don't panic, don't panic) and the Impossible Son is in bed with a fever, sound asleep, so it's not like I can just nip on down to the corner store for a quick hit.  

AAAAAAUUGGHHHHH!!!! I'M DYING!!!!

I am telling you, I would be a complete and total push-over for ANYONE who showed up at my door right now with a Hershey bar.  Totally.  

*flails*

Desperately seeking...

Okay, it's worse.  I have now reached the point where I would absolutely KILL for chocolate.  The Husbandly One is hiding in the kitchen, wondering whether he should grab the kids and flee for his life.  

What does a woman have to DO to get some CHOCOLATE around here???

Survivor-Man

Bless his boots!  He went out and got me CHOCOLATE!!  The Beast has been appeased.  

*retreats to corner with chocolate smudged face to huddle over remnants of chocolate treat and growls warningly*