Elegance. Redefined.

This isn't a Divine Pick of the Day.

This isn't a creative project I'm dying to share with you.

This is a letter.

To my husband.

Chances are, he isn't going to read this.

That's okay.

Here goes:

Seriously? How on earth can you get a Toblerone in your Christmas stocking over a month ago and still have some left? Please enlighten me, because I really don't understand. If I was the one to receive it, it wouldn't last a day in the cupboard. So I have a sweet tooth... We know that. But a month? C'mon man! Please, do me a favor.

Hurry up and eat it.

So it stops calling my name.

There.

Rant over.

Thanks for listening.

And [maybe] understanding. :)

Goodnight all!

Sweet dreams.