Kevin here: So I come home a couple hours late and the house is dark and I get my nasty clothes off go into our bedroom find my lovely wife taking a little hard earned siesta. I give her a kiss and she says wheres my FUDGE..... Needless to say I am a little confused not the usual Hi honey how are you or I love you so much. Just wheres my Fudge? then what time is it? I say time for you to explain what you mean by fudge. So I go out and a couple min later out she comes and says Stephanie Massey asked me how I liked my fudge and either you have hid it or ate so which is it? To tell you the honest truth when it comes to fudge I can not be trusted but I am pleading innocence on this. So I rack my brain and remember a while back there was a package in the mail and always to be sure when Cynthia is not around I put small packages in the fridge incase it is vaccines or something else perishable so I swear to Cynthia I have not hidden any fudge or ate any either. Cynthia has me swear to it and I do, outside she goes mumbling about stupid mailman loosing her treats and I check the fridge and sure enough, there is My fudge which is delicious and technically I didnt lie about it either.. I wonder if I should share My fudge with Cynthia or let her continue to hate the Mailman.
Posted on: Wed, 17 Sep 2014 01:06:41 +0000
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