I have the most wonderful readers and some of the most responsive, too.  When I returned from South Bend and Knoxville late Friday afternoon, I discovered that Pam and Barbara, a mother and daughter, had mailed me three Cadbury dark chocolate bars to replace the one Wayne ate.

Remember, these chocolate bars are for medicinal purposes to aid the healing process following my surgery.  They said two of the bars were for me and one for Wayne.  I read my dear husband their note and decided to keep all three for myself.  After all, Wayne owes me one.   (Okay, okay I might share.)

Wayne claims that since I let the word out about how he ate my Cadbury dark chocolate bar, he’s the most hated man in America.  That’s only a slight exaggeration.  I’m shocked that after all these years of marriage he apparently doesn’t know the problems associated with getting between a woman and her chocolate; especially dark chocolate.  He might as well tangle with a mama bear protecting her sweet, little cubs.  Go gently on him, my faithful readers.  I believe Wayne has learned his lesson and learned it well.

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.