So...last night...at about 10-ish...I'm sitting on the couch
sipping red wine...& eating a few chocolate chips...
(the combo is seriously awesome)...when hubby
comes into the room. He looks at me...
says that I may have a problem...
(in a kinda kidding way)...& goes upstairs...
What the hell do you think he was talking about...
problem...what problem?...
the wine...or the chocolate?

& no...I didn't actually put the chocolate in the
wine...but that DOES look wickedly good, doesn't it?