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|Well, the "game" is on now. He finally brought me a small bowl of chocolates...he sadly couldn't save much, cos apparently the mouse damaged quite a few pieces. He said he had to throw them away, but I didn't see a single candy in ANY of the trash cans in the house. I checked them all...covertly of course.
Decoy candy bag two is now in play. I KNOW my husband's sweet tooth and I know that three-pound of the chocolate candy he got into isn't going to be enough to satisfy his candy cravings. Yesterday I made a big "to-do" about finding my big paper mache pumpkin bowl and I sweetly talked him into helping me fill it with peanut butter kisses, cow tails, Twizzlers, tootsie pops, and a few other goodies. I told him it would be a pretty centerpiece until Halloween and I placed it on the coffee table. What he didn't know is, when he went out to his friend's house, I added a little extra treat to the middle of the candy bowl.
5AM this morning...I'm sound asleep but not that soundly and hear him trying to move around quietly in the dark. My husband does NOT move around in the dark silently...as he THINKS he does. Pretty soon I hear the sound of something rummaging in a candy bowl...surly he wasn't getting into it at 5AM! I hold my breath and wait for it...I cringe every time he paws through the candy...until...
I hear a very loud f word and the sound of a bowl overturning...and candy scattering...and I'm trying so very hard NOT to crack up cos I KNOW what just happened. He had just found the furry rubber rat I hid down in the candy. It feels very real..and weighted...I heard a few other choice words I won't repeat as he picks up all the scattered candy. Boy is he grumbling...and I'm biting my lip so I don't laugh...by the time he returns to bed I've got myself under control and appear to be soundly sleeping. I feel him not so carefully shove the rat under my pillow
Well. He started it. He said we had the mouse...I only gave him what he said we had...Don't look at me like that! Its just what OLD MARRIED FOLKS DO...we drive each other insane. I'm pretty sure this ain't over yet.