The music is set for random. My hands will be very chocolaty (if that's not a word it should be) so I won't be answering the phone or pushing "next" if there's a song I don't want to hear right then. The lovely April is here, but she just laughs when I hold up chocolate covered hands and ask her to do trivial things. She tends to say things like "It's only three minutes, deal with it." or, "Don't even think about touching me with those."
We are right on schedule to begin dipping tomorrow.
18 doz have been rolled so far. The lovely April is in the shower because she warned me off touching her and I said "But, you're so lovely, your hair is so golden." I'm too big a mess to worry about cleaning up beyond washing my hands between flavors. She's a delight. She puts up with me and that counts for a lot. My mother adores her too. April was worried about that at first because of the whole stripper/escort thing. Mom doesn't care about stuff like that. She only cares that there is a lovely woman who has struggled her whole life to do right by her children the best way she knows how. She knows that this woman also brings out the best in me. That's something mom likes seeing. Me. Too. for that matter.