Good News and Bad News

I have been working hard painting and cleaning a rental house that my daughter and her husband (a bonafide chocoholic if I've ever known one) own. I got a little break from all of the dust and smokiness by driving my sister and her husband to the airport.

Just as my sister (a fairly decent chocoholic) was getting out of the car, she tossed one these my way:



That's the good news!

The bad news is that when I arrived home, tired and beat, I realized that I left the box in the refrigerator of the rental house 11 miles away.

Waaaaaaaaaaah.