Eating a Milky Way can be a very involved experience. So much that it may distract one from more pressing matters.

MVO: To my darling, darling wife Mary. I'm sorry.

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MVO: I'm sorry I said I would pick you up in front of the hair salon.

I'm sorry that five minutes after the salon closed the worst storm in decades showed up instead of me.

I'm sorry as you were struggling to find shelter I was unwrapping a Milky Way in the shelter of our car.

I'm sorry that one bite of that chocolate, nougat and caramel and I forgot all about the sheets of rain pelting your $250 hairdo.

I'm sorry when I finally arrived you were wandering around temporarily blinded by the hair products that had washed into your eyes.

I'm sorry your new haircut looked like the matted fur patches found on the backside a black bear.

And I'm sorry I said that out loud when you got in the car.

I'm sorry you haven't let me into the bedroom in four days. I hope you're okay in there.

I'm sorry I was eating a Milky Way.

All my love, Jon Ellis. Devoted husband and Milky Way Eater.