via Facebook... Um. So. This is how I roll. My spousal unit found at his grocery store where he works (which is in another country for those of you just joining in) a jar of Nutella that was 11 pounds. Eleven. Pounds. Came with its own handle. He sent pictures and of course I insisted he buy one. I think he thought I was joking. I was not. The more he thought I was joking the more not joking I was. I became bitter. I became determined. Tonight...Amazon sells that eleven pound jar of Nutella. And guess who bought it? This girl. I will post pictures when it arrives. I'll need recipes. I'll carry it to parties. I'll hand it down to grandkids. BUT I HAVE GOTTEN THAT WHICH I DESIRED. Which is really the important part. Do not mess with me. Especially about chocolate.
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