I am a chocolate addict. I have zero will power to resist it, which means that if there is chocolate in the house, I will eat it until it’s gone. But if there’s no chocolate in the house, I’m miserable.
There is only one reasonable means of maintaining a steady chocolate supply without having me balloon up to the shape of an M&M: my wife must hide the chocolate and dole it out.
She has hidey holes around the house, but most of them are in the kitchen. I know this because when I ask for chocolate, she shushes me out of the kitchen and slams the door, after which I hear rustling sounds. Then she opens the door and lo, chocolate has appeared!
Our grocery store recently had a big sale on M&Ms, so we bought two giant packages. This has allowed my wife to unleash her creative side while handing out chocolate doses. The other day, when she let me back into the kitchen after rustling around, this is what I found:
I had a great laugh over it, and actually hesitated to destroy the message. For about two seconds.
Lest this post get too sappy, I should add that the next day, when I wouldn’t let her put her cold hands on my warm stomach, she spelled out a different message. In large letters atop my laptop, she wrote “BRAT.”