For decades, Stephen King’s words have given us nightmares, but yesterday his words of wizdumb were very sweet. The Horror novelist Tweeted, “I felt really depressed today, so I ate a whole bunch of chocolate. It cheered me up quite a lot. Chocolate seems to be the answer.” As woman, I totally agree with him. Is there anything chocolate isn’t the answer to? Bad day, eat chocolate. Messed up, give chocolate. Hungry, eat chocolate. Need to eat something healthy, down some dark chocolate. Reading a King book all alone on a dark rainy night, call someone special over and tell them to bring chocolate. Is there any thing chocolate isn’t good for? Besides our waists?
