When Doves Cry ~ Prince


Dove Chocolates have been slaying me lately. Here is what happened: 

I was at the grocery store seeking chocolates to take to a friend's house and while Dove would never have been my choice, Dove was on sale. Two bags for $6.00. Done.  And the bags said Silky Smooth Promises. Which for some reason, I found to be the most hilarious thing ever. I pictured the chocolates saying to me all Barry White style, "We got it together, didn't we? Nobody but you and me. We got it together baby." Yes, Dove. We got it together. Me and Peanut Butter Milk Chocolate Silky Smooth Promises. 

But it got better. I know. Hard to imagine, right? Inside the wrapper of each silky smooth promise was a crazy cheesy little phrase. Phrases like: 

"Daydreaming is free." 

"It's OK to be flawed AND fabulous." 

"You know what? You look good in red." 

"Dazzle your sense of flavor." 

I DIE. Seriously. Cheesy heaven. It feeds my cynical and sarcastic soul with endless amounts of material. Is there someone out there who reads these Dove wrappers and is moved? I need to meet this person. And make them cry. Dazzle them with my personality flavor.