This post is in response to Whisk's post, Does Your Man Garbage Pick? A little clarification. It was a paper recycling bin. No rotten bananas, coffee grounds or ROUSs. Just paper. Plus she gets excited when I bring them home so why not.
Yesterday I come home, bearing coupon flies I might add, and I thought it would be nice to have a piece of chocolate. Ivy bought four Dove bars the other day and I had a piece and it was pretty good. So I said, "I think I'll have a piece of chocolate."
Whisk gets this guilty look. She tries not to smile, but she usually breaks in a matter of seconds. "There's none left."
"I ate them."
"You ate ate all four bars today?"
"No. Only two."
"What happened to the other two?"
"I ate them yesterday. You didn't notice."
"You ate all four of them?"
"I was sitting at my computer decorating my blog for Halloween."
I frowned, "That's it, I'm doing a post."