Dear Husband,
It is important that you know that I have now worked my way through most of the really yummy "fancy" chocolate you gave me for Easter.
While you're out and about, feel free to pick up new chocolates to bring home as a souvenir. For YOU to remember your trip, I mean. Of course, for you.
Now is not the time, by the way, to ask me about diets or the gym. Just so you know.
That is all.
Oh, and stay safe and all that, too.
Love,
Wife
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4 comments:
Just for that comment, I got you some British takeout while I was in Scotland.
Remember, dearest, the old maxim: Heaven is where the police are British, the cooks are French, the mechanics are German, the lovers are Italian, and it's all organized by the Swiss.
Hell is where the cooks are British, the mechanics are French, the police are German, the lovers are Swiss, and it's all organized by the Italians.
You'll enjoy washing down that Easter chocolate with the tasty British takeout I'm bringing you!
By the Sea-- Let me guess: briars and thistles?
RAA - yes, but that's not all. Briars and thistles are the salad course.
But the Brits do chocolate very, very well. Cadbury, baby! And it's way better than whatever Hershey's does to it here in the U.S.
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