so, i really don't like andes mints. love chocolate. like mint. mint in chocolate?...just ruins it for me. and yet, as i write this post, i am eating an andes mint that karl gave me. in fact, i ate one yesterday also. you might be wondering why i am eating one if i really don't like 'em. well, i've just had this little craving for chocolate (ladies, you know what i mean) and an andes mint is my only option. and if i eat it really slowly and try not to think about the mint in there, it's not quite so bad...

now, this may be a bit of a stretch, but i think my andes mint situation is a lot like life at times. those things that we really love and long for often bring along stuff that we'd rather not have to deal with. but if it's worth it, and it means enough, we find a way to get past the minty taste and just enjoy the chocolate...