Get this when I was slathering (oops- meant to say spreading the barest minimal amount) of peanut butter onto my toast, I found this itty bitty piece of Hershey’s chocolate in the p/butter (blush).
Guess it broke off when I was dipping the choc inside during my p/butter choc moment. Oopsie. So busted. Good thing I found it and not D (as I kinda sorta just maaaybe told him Gabby only sent the one bar a few weeks ago).
D is a choc fanatic. There have been times when I’ve been secretly snarfing it back and he’s come into the bedroom to see what I was doing (like reading or getting ready for work) All I could do was go “mhmmm” because I had choc breath. You can’t sneak much past him. He’s like a bloodhound.
I’ve tried to sneak bites of choc chip ice cream. I open the container and sneak a spoonful- he’ll say from the living room (where one can’t see the kitchen) “are you eating ice cream?” Of course I say no. The next second he’s jumping into the kitchen “A HA!! I knew it!!” Not only am I busted, I’ve had the bejesus scared out of me. That man has ears like a bat.
Once (months ago) he wanted a piece of my sacrred Hershey supply. I made him go into the bathroom and close the door so I could retrieve it from my super secret hiding place. As a red herring I even opened the squeaky linen closet door……..then snuck into the bedroom and slipped open the drawer where all my bras are....
When D’s released from captivity he says “I know where you hide it.” In that singy songy annoying taunt. I’m like ssuuuuurrrreeeee. He then marches over to the drawer……
Looks like I'll have to come up with a few new places to stash Hershey's
