Tuesday, September 16, 2008

I've Been Busted

The little twerp found my stash.

Not only did he find my stash, but he had the nerve to GLOAT about it. He also had the good sense to eat his s'more when I wasn't home, because believe you me, he would not have lived to tell the tale.

I would've choked him with the Stay Puft Marshmallows, crumbled graham crackers over his head, and drizzled melted chocolate over his face.

I now have a much safer stash hiding place. One he'll NEVER think to look in. And even if he does, he won't see the stuff.

Because hell hath no fury like a woman whose s'mores stash has been busted.


HeyJules said...

You need to start stashing it in the bottom of a kotex box...that'll teach him! :-)

Chris said...

Yeah, you know, if I had a NEED for that anymore that would be a great place.


A little far away from the microwave, but a great place nevertheless.

Linds said...

I suggest something that requires a padlock. Then it doesn't matter if he can see it - he just can't get into it!
Sat night your time or mine? I am taking David to uni at the crack of dawn and will be away most of the day I think. Maybe the night too, if I have to try driving.