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Envy

[Update: apparently some people outside the US don't have Dove bars. What are they? A little piece of heaven on a stick. Very creamy vanilla ice cream covered with very rich and creamy chocolate. Click here for my other post about them. (But be careful, once you see one you'll never be the same. Once you taste one there's absolutely no going back.)]

Dove bars. They rule the world.

And they're also very elusive.

I was able to snag one on Monday, but ever since then I've struck out. You have to be in the right place at the right time. By the time you see someone eating one, they're all gone.

You make a mad dash (while still trying to look cool) in the opposite direction the Dove eater is walking. As you walk upstream you see others with Dove bars, in earlier stages of eating. You know you're getting close and… NO! GONE!

All that are left are the frozen fruit bars. Tons of frozen fruit bars. Who wants a friggin frozen fruit bar when you can have a Dove bar? When you NEED a Dove bar? When your body can't go on any longer without a Dove bar?

I have serious Dove bar envy.