This is What Happens…

…when you get a bunch of young ladies around a box of chocolates:

I don’t know if it’s that women always want chocolate (yes, I’m being totally stereotypical here but I’m a woman and I always want chocolate, so it’s not really such a stretch, right ladies?) or the allure of the mystery gooey centers, but this box was gone before you could quote Sally Field’s infamous line in Forrest Gump.

Nope, that box didn’t stand a chance.

Neither did the wine.

I guess I should go hide the recycling in the neighbor’s can, huh?

Nothing says “successful dinner party” quite like a shopping bag full of empties.

Class acts we are.

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