Every once in a while...ok, more than that...I enjoy putting one over on the kids. It really makes my day. Today I went into Chillicothe to run some errands. Hon and the Kid are going backpacking with the Boy Scout troop this weekend so I had to get a few last minute things that won't weigh their packs down any more than they already are.
While I was at the grocery getting the much needed items, I made the mistake of walking past the baked goods without my blinders on. Big mistake. A package of cinnamon roll looking cream cheese danish rolls started enticing me over to them. We had an argument over the damage they'll do to my waist and I lost.
On the way home I stopped for gas and again they started taunting me and smelling good in the hot van. Because of that (since I was stopped anyway) I popped the lid off the rolls and took out the real big offender and ate him. That shut him up quick! It was such a successful tactic that I did the same with the other loud mouth in there. Then the rest understood my intentions and became very quiet.
When I got home I emptied all the bags and put away the goods. Then Eldest saw the container of yummy rolls. He hadn't noticed the two missing yet. He asked why I got them (duh) and I told him they were on sale, that I god a real good deal on them because someone had already opened the package and took two out. He looked at me like I was nuts and said, "I can't believe you bought them. I'm not eating those, someone's hands have been in there. That's disgusting!" So I proceeded to tell him that it's okay, I'll eat them. I'm not worried about it. After he thought about it a moment he said, "Nuh-uh, YOU at them...DIDN'T YOU!" I told him it wasn't me, but when he offered to make me some lunch and I decline he knew for sure it was me. Even so, I'm not going to fess up. Now I'm waiting for Young'un and the Kid to come home so I can put one over on them, too. Sometimes it's the little things. Have a wonderful weekend, everyone! Smiling & Waving, Sharon
I'm the queen of our farm, although the animals haven't figured that out yet. My title is Head Chicken Wrangler, but most days I'm called Mom. Life is a comedy and I plan on documenting it.