Dear Honey,

Because you and kids ate all the cookies for breakfast this morning, I had nothing chocolately to munch on after lunch. So I went to get a piece of my very special, just for me, chocolate. It appears that my very special, just for me, chocolate is missing. Missing, of course, being a generous term for “being in your stomach.” There is nothing left but sub-par, crappy chocolate. Should this travesty occur again, you and I? ARE GOING TO THROW DOWN. I will lay in wait for you like a ninja. Then when you’re least expecting it? I will roundhouse kick you so hard, your mother will feel it. You will only be seconds away from death.

Your loving wife,

Helen