Happiness.

I think I could possibly be the luckiest girl. Just a suggestion. But really, its the thought that counts. And when that thought includes chocolate, wow, score. I got the biggest easter basket full to the brim with tasteful deliciousness that I will engulf. From my brother. Not only did the presentation take me to another whole world completely, a world where I solely existed, somewhat like Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, minus the oompa loompa's and well, Charlie. But it was that kinda of evangelical escape. Confused with choice by my sudden overloading of calories, I couldn't believe it. My luck? No, its not luck. Its past luck, its outdone it. I have the best brother. Shame about his sister huh?