Nice Guy

I'm sure this comes as no shock, but the husband is (or can be, would probably be more accurate) a nicer person that I am.

He agreed to share his birthday chocolate with me.

Hmmm, although come to think of it, he just stole my birthday chocolate. I actually asked. Maybe I am the nicer person.

Ha! Maybe...

Yay for chocolate though!

Real chocolate with real sugar.

Yum yum yum.

After months and months of "light" desserts, the real stuff can be kind of heady.

If I'm up blogging and bouncing off the walls at 2AM I'll be able to blame the husband, not that I wouldn't anyway.