A thousand points for the sweet, sweet, suuuu-weeet husband who re-stocked on these sweet things well before our shitty unmatched rosters kicked off this month:-
So when he's in Shanghai, having a ball and I'm in Dubai, going ballistic, I can go into a sugar-induced stupor and stay in an amoeba-like state till he returns tomorrow.
Of course, when I say a thousand points for him, I meant a thousand proper low-fat, non-sweet, non-chocolate, non-cellulite, non-edible, scoreboard type of points.
Because all the chocolate brownie points in the world (and in my fridge) are meant for me.
Excuse me while I binge.
(Oh and yeah, gluttony is best served in chocolate.)
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