A few nights ago, hubby called me in a panic. I was at a meeting, and he was home.
Me: "Yeah?" (I was slightly worried, I sensed the urgency in his voice ...)
Kent: "Where are those chocolate truffles?"
Me: "You mean the ones from two Christmases ago? Those are long gone."
Kent: "Darn it."
Kent: "I need some chocolate, and we don't have any."
Me: "Are you going to be OK?"
Kent: "I guess."
So the next day, I went to World Market and surprised him with this: