:: Emergency Chocolate
Last night after closing the front door and waving goodbye to the hardworking movers, I peered through the windows of our new house to watch the first real snow in Chicagoland. It was really magical and pretty, until I realized I was jonesing for chocolate and couldn't find any at all.
Then I remembered something my sister sent me last year for Christmas:
And all was magical and good again...
Reader Comments (1)
You mean, that chocolate was a year old when you ate it?
Megan J.