I love getting packages in the mail, and today’s package was especially exciting. The return post said “The British Shoppe” and we’ve been waiting for this package for a while now.
Joseph is British. People can’t normally tell, since he spent most of his years here in the US and can put the accent away, most times. He’ll use the odd phrase and his vocabulary is peppered with words that I occasionally ask the meaning to. Of course, if he really wants something he pulls out the accent, because he knows that I can’t say no to him when he uses it. Seriously. I admit it, I swoon.
Anyway. This is what happened.
The Hobnobs…oh my lord, the hobnobs. I have already eaten three of them, and frankly quite happy that I worked out for an hour this morning. I might even do another hour later. THESE THINGS ARE THAT GOOD.
I will definitely have these in the house, every 28 days or so. Shipping is a bitch.
