Within the confines of our blissful domicile, an ongoing controversy has all but come to an end. I like it when things are solved and I happen to be right. This time I was right. After all, if it is on TV it must be right!
Controversies are not really that bad unless somebody is a sore loser. Nobody likes a whiner or a sore loser. Of course, I have come close many times to be a sore loser. Fortunately, I have chosen to be just a loser. It makes for quietness in the home, if you know what I mean.
For as long as the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage and Yours Truly have been married the one reoccurring controversy is in the state of chocolate in our home. According to one side, chocolate is bad and shall not be brought into this house.
The other side, and I am not stating exactly which side I am on, says the chocolate is delightful and wonderful and should be a regular consumption item in the house.
No matter how eloquently I presented my case, the house rules were simply this; no chocolate in our mansion.
This has caused me a great deal of pain in trying to smuggle in the delicacy without getting caught. Apparently, someone in our house can smell chocolate 13 blocks down the street.
I tried some experimental strategy in this area. On my wife’s birthday, I would always get her a chocolate cake with chocolate icing and then have 13 candles on it. For several years, all she could focus on were the 13 candles. I love it when a plan comes together.
Finally, she caught on and that plan had to be trashed.
One of the busiest times around the parsonage is Thanksgiving. All of the family in the area comes in for a delicious dinner as well as several friends who have nowhere else to go. On these occasions, I go out of my way and order a large chocolate cake with chocolate icing with a miniature turkey on the top. Everybody is focused on that miniature turkey.