We've been out of eating chocolate for a couple of weeks now. It didn't bother me much, since I can be happy making a cup of hot cocoa; or mix cocoa powder, vanilla, and some sugar into yogurt; or make chocolate pudding.
The Chubby Hubby, OTOH, wants some chocolate on hand that he can just unwrap and put in his mouth. The problem with Ready To Eat Chocolate is ... I eat it. Shamelessly. Which is one of the reasons we were out of eating chocolate to begin with. Sure, I had bought that chocolate after Easter when it was half price and I didn't get THAT much of it, but long story short - it's gone and I ate more of it than the CH did.
Well, today I had to go into the Big City to hit the bank for business, and hit Costco on the way home. After all, I needed gas for the car anyway, right? And wouldn't you know it, whether it's because Halloween is coming or school has started, they had the big bags of 150 pieces of good-enough chocolate (Kit-Kats, Reese's, Almond Joys, bags of M&M's, etc) for under $15.
We now have 148 pieces of chocolate in the house, and the CH has stored the bag of the survivors on a High Shelf.
But I know where the step-stool is.