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I stocked up on some Halloween candy. We live in an apartment complex now and I just don't know if kids will show up at the door or not. Doubtful, but I'd hate to disappoint a kid who might come knocking. ![]() ![]() Husband: Hey honey, I think a mouse chewed into the candy. Me: Oh? Why do you think that? Husband: Look (he brings me the 3lb bag of chocolate miniatures and shows me a hole where a mouse chewed, only its odd because its right on the seem...as if it has been Pulled apart, not chewed) Me: Did the mouse have thumbs? Husband: No! But, it probably chewed it and knocked it off the shelf made the bag break open Me: Well, I guess we can't give out possibly contaminated candy to children. Husband: NOPE! But I'll check it carefully and throw away any that look damaged and we can share the rest. This was yesterday and I've yet to see a single piece of candy. . . ![]() ![]() He does not know I have another bag of candy hid in the closet. Why? Cause for the 8 years we've been married, for 6 of them he has always found a reason to get into the candy every year. The bag of chocolates was a decoy...only a decoy. ![]() |