I have a crime to report.  My dear friend Lois Faye Dyer (check out the February 2006 anthology, Hearts Divided we both had novellas in it, mine a Cedar Cove story) stopped by to visit recently.  Along with a get well card, she brought me a number of goodies to aid the healing process.  Included in this package of treats was a chocolate bar.  Not just any off-the-counter chocolate; this was a Cadbury bar—dark chocolate.  In my humble opinion, dark chocolate is the very best. 

While I was at work, my first day back, my husband, Wayne ate the entire chocolate bar.  He didn’t even bother to hide the evidence.  All that was left was the wrapper, which was on the sofa.  He claimed I left it out in plain view and I hadn’t eaten it.  Of course I hadn’t eaten it; I was saving it for a special occasion.  I’m working on forgiveness.