We had the kind of Christmas that resulted in me being able to ask Dane to get me a chocolate truffle, and him having to ask WHICH KIND.

HIM: One of these white chocolate ones?
ME: No, the other ones.
HIM: The Harry & David?
ME: No, the—
HIM: The Trader Joe’s?
ME: No, no, not REALLY a truffle—one of those other—
HIM: A non pareil? Mint stick? Candy cane Joe-Joe? Peppermint bark? WHAT DO YOU WANT, WOMAN?

In other words, it’s been a delightfully chocolate-filled week around here. It’s also been a week of strep throat. (What’s that you say? You think the two are related? Infectious bacteria thrives on the sugar? What? What’s that? I can’t quite hear you… My fingers seem to be stuck in my ears… La la la la la… Ooh, look, another truffle! Dark chocolate. Mmmm.)