My dearest wife has the strange habit when we run out if sweeties...of standing in the kitchen with a carton of drinking chocolate powder and a teaspoon.
Just shovel it in love, no need for milk and a cup.
But in secret.
I go for a drink of chocolate a week later, and find an empty carton with a flipping spoon in it.
Might start hiding her Stella.
Again.
Just shovel it in love, no need for milk and a cup.
But in secret.
I go for a drink of chocolate a week later, and find an empty carton with a flipping spoon in it.
Might start hiding her Stella.
Again.