Do you ever put an item you've bought specially for yourself in a certain spot...only to find it moved? And then you get suspicious and think "whodunit?"
This morning I had one of those moments. My low-cal frosted mini-wheats box was moved from it's normal spot. I wouldn't have noticed had it not been so prominently moved from one side of the top of the refrigerator to the other.
I was ready to blame Boy-- after all he has been coming home every weekend to do laundry and well....eat. It wouldn't have been so bad except I opened the box and found the dregs of the frosted mini-wheats left. I don't know about you, but my favorite part is the mini-wheats and not the little poops the mini-wheats leave behind.
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| a bag of mini-wheat poops |
So what's the saying: when life hands you a bag of mini-wheat poops, make baked chicken!
P.S. It was not Boy who got the munchies over the weekend, it was Hubby getting munchies last night!
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