For my husband’s birthday a few weeks ago, I gave him a chocolate bar among other things. It was very large, and made of high quality ingredients. Like ordering the best burger with your favorite fixing and fries then saying super-size it please.
It sat on the center island for a few days. I stared at it every time I passed by.
“Aren’t you going to taste it?”
“Nah, not now.”
“Want me to put it in the freezer?” (Where we keep all the household chocolate because, in my opinion, chocolate tastes better frozen. Hmmm, I wonder if he feels the same way? [shrugs shoulders] Never asked.)
As I said, this was three weeks ago. Since then there hasn’t been a time I’ve passed the freezer without thinking about it being on the top rack under the Malted Milk Balls. Anyone can see it if they look around a bit. Okay, it is hidden.
He’s never asked about it since, and he goes into the freezer every night for grapes. Because he’s good. Though probably he can’t see it on the shelf where I put it. I wonder if he’s forgotten about it?
I kind of hope so because as of a few moments ago, there’s only about one tenth of that part of his birthday present left.
Oops.
6 comments:
Let's review your scorecard:
1) Jay Cutler fan.
2) Earthquake maker and natural disaster creator..
3) Moved from Asia into Europe to create chaos.
4) Chocolate thief.
Gee blondie, that is quite a record. ;)
I know it was a present, but I say finders keepers, losers weepers. It's chocolate we are talkin' about here.
I am not a J. Cutler fan.
Right?!?!?
But you are so many other things huh. ;)
Are you sure you don't want to be known as Mrs. Cutler. :) Hah.
You are so funny.
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