If you Cheat, You'll Get Caught

So after a month with no chocolate, no candy, no going out and enjoying deep conversations over a cup of hot chocolate, I threw in the towel. I crashed and burned. I am still doing the 6-week challenge (now into week 5), but the cravings for chocolate were just to great this weekend... so Colin and I took a break Saturday night.

We decided if we were going to cheat and have dessert, we would have to indulge. Would it be True Confections, La Casa Gelato or Death by Chocolate? We went with the latter. Colin was highly disappointed with his cheesecake, but enjoyed his giant mocha-hot chocolate. And I savoured every minute of my mocha ice cream cake, smothered in Kaluha-chocolate sauce.

After our dance with the devil, Colin and I headed out to White Rock to Mark and Tina's to enjoy a hot tub. I noticed on the drive out I didn't have my cell phone. Since I didn't use it at the restaurant I assumed I left it at home. But when we returned home in the wee hours of the morning, I couldn't find it.

I knew it was on, so I tried calling it, but didn't hear it. So, now I assumed it was either in my car or at Death by Chocolate.

The next morning, before I had time to go check my car, I received a call from my Dad asking me if I had my cell. I said no, I had misplaced it last night. I knew then and there where I had left it. The staff at Death by Chocolate had found my cell and had called my Dad's cell. Busted.

My parents first thought it couldn't be my cell, because I was on my Curves diet, so what the hell was I doing at Death by Chocolate. But then they thought it couldn't be Andrew's either (for reasons I can't remember).

My mum told my dad to be careful when calling me, in case I had gone to Death by Chocolate, without telling Colin. It was a pretty good laugh. But I have never left behind or lost my cell phone before, so the moral the story is... if you cheat, you will get caught.