Sorry Honey
Submitted by Mirella K on 4/1/2010 1:08 PM
It's finally quiet both kids are asleep. It's break time for Mommy. I go to the kitchen in search of the butterfinger I hid in there. It just happened to disappear from my husbands lunch box this morning. I stole my husbands Butterfinger, sorry honey.
I walk back in the living room, sit down, I'm about to take a bite. Is that the phone ringing? Darn, I go back to the kitchen and answer the phone. 5 minutes later I walk back in the living room and stop dead in my tracks. My husband, with only the wrapper left, says to me "Sorry honey, nobody lays a finger on my butterfinger".