I'm sooo over you. (Except that I'm not.)

It's been more than 9 months since Ex and I broke up.

I'd like to think that I'm over him. I tell people that I am.

But the truth is, I'm not.

I miss him. A lot.

This week I keep thinking about how we used to lay in bed at night together, in the minutes just before falling asleep. I miss it. Little kisses. Nuzzling. Talking about plans for the next day. Smiles. A little laughter. A tangle of arms and legs.

Better than a Wonka Bar?

For reasons that I won't go into right now, yesterday I received a box full of 20 miniature "Take 5" candy bars.



The promotional paperwork accompanying my box of treats claimed that Take5 is the best candy bar ever.

Hmmm... That's quite a title.

But after three bites (the whole thing only took me four) I concur — this IS the best candy bar ever.



Imagine peanut butter, caramel, and peanuts layered over pretzels, and the whole thing is covered in smooth, sweet milk chocolate.

Yum.

Does Dear Dana Depart??

I'm a little obsessed with The L-Word.

Is Dana going to die?!?! I'm not sure I can wait until Sunday night to find out!

And all the gossip I can dig up is very inconclusive.

Argh...