Disappointment, followed by acceptance of reality
We traded in my needed-a-new-transmission-at-92000-miles Trailblazer on Black Friday and the OAM got a new Xterra. (I got his Infiniti as a hand-me-down (only one hand though, ba-dum-dum) and even at 155k miles I think I got a good deal).
When cleaning out my Trailblazer, I ran across this box.
I’m getting a bit excited wondering what lovely shiny I had misplaced and forgotten, now to discover anew.
It was an empty chocolate box.
Makes perfect sense. And I probably really enjoyed those chocolates. My life in a nutshell (or empty box as the case may be): when offered jewelry or chocolate, my choice is apparently clear.