well let me tell you.  We stopped by the convenience store for gas the other day.  Moira ran in behind me saying there was a request from the car to get something sweet.  "You want to get some chocolate?" she asks.  It is at least 90 in the store since there is no A/C nearly anyplace we go.  I took one look at the chocolate and said no dice. Melted – in its wrapper!

I briefly considered organizing a Ritter Sport rescue effort but abandoned the plan since we were heading to the carnival where it was hotter yet.  There is only so much chocolate one woman can consume, after all.  Even if it's for a good cause. 

Stay cool and have a wonderful weekend!