I think we had a good time?

Today I have discovered little tiny drips of chocolate sauce scattered and smudged here and there, all over the shirt my husband wore to the wedding we went to on Saturday night.  Part of this, I believe, is due to the fact that my husband is clumsy, excitable eater and will drip on his shirts without fail, unless wearing a bib (I am often tempted to carry an adult size one in my purse, but resist and instead turn to my best friend Oxyclean).  The smudges on his back must be from others - and by others, I mean there is only a small chance they could be from me.  I have decided this means the Croquembouche was just so entirely tastey we felt the need to bring a memory of it home with us.  Makes for a crappy Tuesday morning though, trying to get it all out.