Holed Up
Where did that come from?
I saw a chocolate covered doughnut sitting on the kitchen counter earlier this week, waiting for Cici to eat it on the way to school. That evening while the girls were gone, I remembered the doughnut and decided to investigate. Where there is one doughnut, I have learned, there are usually more.
But there was nothing in the pantry. So I looked inside each cabinet in turn, thinking the girls must be hiding the good stuff from me, but I kept coming up with nothing. I checked the refrigerator. Nothing. I even checked the hard to reach cabinets near the ceiling of the kitchen. Still nothing.
These girls are clever, I thought, still convinced that they were hiding something from me. They do it for my health. Cici will come and take a bag of chips from me and ration just a few for me to eat. Ping doesn't allow me to indulge in anything that she believes isn't good for me.
One last spot to check, I thought as I walked into the garage. I looked inside the refrigerator there but there was no box of doughnuts. There was, however, a suspicious looking white plastic bag. I took out the bag and opened it, already feeling the familiar shape of a box of doughnuts.. Sure enough, hidden inside the bag I found their doughnut stash. I took great delight in stealing a doughnut, heating it briefly in the microwave, and eating it before the girls came home.
I returned the box of doughnuts to its hiding place and said nothing about them. I licked all the telltale icing off my lips and enjoyed that doughnut very much.
Yeah I know; I'm bad.
I saw a chocolate covered doughnut sitting on the kitchen counter earlier this week, waiting for Cici to eat it on the way to school. That evening while the girls were gone, I remembered the doughnut and decided to investigate. Where there is one doughnut, I have learned, there are usually more.
But there was nothing in the pantry. So I looked inside each cabinet in turn, thinking the girls must be hiding the good stuff from me, but I kept coming up with nothing. I checked the refrigerator. Nothing. I even checked the hard to reach cabinets near the ceiling of the kitchen. Still nothing.
These girls are clever, I thought, still convinced that they were hiding something from me. They do it for my health. Cici will come and take a bag of chips from me and ration just a few for me to eat. Ping doesn't allow me to indulge in anything that she believes isn't good for me.
One last spot to check, I thought as I walked into the garage. I looked inside the refrigerator there but there was no box of doughnuts. There was, however, a suspicious looking white plastic bag. I took out the bag and opened it, already feeling the familiar shape of a box of doughnuts.. Sure enough, hidden inside the bag I found their doughnut stash. I took great delight in stealing a doughnut, heating it briefly in the microwave, and eating it before the girls came home.
I returned the box of doughnuts to its hiding place and said nothing about them. I licked all the telltale icing off my lips and enjoyed that doughnut very much.
Yeah I know; I'm bad.
I heard that in Texas they shoot donut thieves, you fiendish rascal you!
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My bad!
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