It’s wrong that I want someone I know to have a messy break-up, or bad boss trauma, or something, just so I can send them a chocolate voodoo doll, right?
Yeah, I thought so. Damn.
Wrong? I dunno. But I’m thinking that judging misfortune as trifling if it gets you a chocolate voodoo doll speaks to some very sad (and probably dire) pathology.
…toddles off to antagonize loved ones and send unprofessional emails to colleagues
Oooh. It makes me want to have a trauma just so you can send me one. Where does one procure such a thing if one should require one? Hypothetically speaking, of course.
The image is a link to a site, though it’s American – let me know if you spot one in Canada, Caroline. I plan to make it my mission to pop into chocolate stores to see if I can spot one. Someone’s gotta do the dirty work …
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