Oh well, some days are like that. Yesterday I'm a pirate with a hidden treasure, and today I’m just a Schmuck with a cardboard sword and a homemade eye patch. This beef jerky doesn’t even taste good anymore. …I think I’ll go pillage the cookie jar.
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
In Conclusion
As it turned out that beef jerky I found lurking in the nether regions of our kitchen cupboard last Friday was mine all along. Yep, my wife ruined the fun today by informing me that she had stuffed all my Christmas Stocking snacks and candies down there, and didn’t quite get it all out when the time came to stuff the old man’s sock. I know, I know, I was thinking the same thing …That sure takes the thrill out of stealing it and running off to stash it like a crazed squirrel with a forbidden walnut.
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I hate to say it, but I just have to. I have no control over my fingers. SEE, I TOLD YOU SO. YOU CAN'T FOOL WIVES AND MOTHERS. There's an explanation for almost everything. Politicians fall into the "almost" category.
ReplyDeleteOh yeah, and politicians are jerky!
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