Busted!

I vividly remember being a little girl and coming downstairs in the morning to find the remains of some wonderful treat my parents had waited until Dave and I were tucked safely into bed before sharing. You know a crumpled choclate bar wrapper on the coffee table, empty bowl from a bag of chips, a couple of dozen empty beer bottles... you get the idea. My parents weren't exactly careful with the evidence, but then they were mean and nasty parents. Remember these are the same people who used to give my brother Hurtz Donuts, used to trick me into swearing so they could chastise me for it (polish it around the corner... you try saying it fast) and let's not forget the incident with the pregnant imaginary friend. So I had promised myself something right then, that when I had kids of my own I was going to be a lot more careful about destroying the evidence when it came to late night treats. No way was I going to rub my kids nose in the fact that I get to stay up late and eat chocolate bars. No sir!

Fast forward to this morning. Abby came stomping out to the office to find me and boy was she mad!

"Hey! How come I didn't get any chocolate milk with the big lid?!?"

Guess who forgot to throw away our empty iced capp cups last night? Damn that Michael.