SLIP SLIDING AWAY
Submitted by pamela h on 4/1/2010 11:21 PM
On a cold, rainy night I had been sitting by the fireplace and decided to raid my BUTTERFINGER stash. I tiptoed into the bedroom and unzipped the front of my portable closet. I knew that nestled in a hidden corner was a basket full of Buttefingers. Oh, i was drooling by the time I got the basket uncovered, only to find a sticky mess of wrappers with a trail of melted chocolate leading to the open window. Someone had taken my BUTTERFINGERS. I followed the trail out the window to the garage and there sat my hubby. The evidence all over his face and hands. Another non-perfect crime.