I was just talking in one of my groups about how much I miss my grandmother. She was my rock and ,100% honest, more of a parent to me than my own parents ever were.
Granny was so far ahead of the curve. I have yet to meet anyone like her. It’s a true mystery how my own mother was raised by this woman and turned out so badly.
Anyway, I just opened a piece of Dove chocolate and since the last time I have eaten a piece of chocolate they’ve begun putting little nuggets of wisdom on the inside of the wrappers.
This was the first wrapper: