...my true love found the stash of chocolate covered matzah.
I have hidden the rest in a safe and secure location.
(I.E., I ate it.)
Hope he doesn't find the chocolate chips. I haven't had a real coffee in...about a week. I'm really thinking of his well being, actually. I'm totally altruistic that way.
Also, there is a rather elaborate contraption under my dining room table. I am lead to believe that it is a moth trap. They are apparently supposed to be attracted by the tower of paper towels that hit the light fixture.
Oh, and there's a preponderance of matzah crumbs on the floor of the family room, which is somewhat odd as I don't recall anyone actually eating matzah in here. Which is unfortunate, given the fact that the vacuum cleaner was accidentally put away with chumaz appliances.
