So Wednesday evening I got home around 7:45. Sat down to watch the idiot box cuz Survivor was on. Round about 9-ish, Im regretting my choice not to eat any dinner. Lo and behold, mama hadnt eaten anything either. A quick trip to the kitchen yielded peanut butter and saltines. Thatll fill the hole. So being male and having only two hands, Im fairly limited as to what I can accomplish without holding my breath. So, peanut butter between my legs, open saltine package next to it. Glob of peanut butter being carefully and lovingly applied to a saltine for mama...... WHAM, CRUMPLE, RUSTLE, RUSTLE, badum, padoom, patter, patter, patter, crunch, crunch, crunch. Vince - tRWToLS had struck while both my hands were busy. I looked down from lovingly spreading peanut butter and there was a white headless body, legs splayed out in assault mode, across my legs. His head was buried deep in the saltine sleeve, then like a little white ninja, he whipped his head out of the sleeve and took off with his bounty. Off in front of the TV he consumed his 2-inch square salty victim. All he had to do was ask! I woulda even spread the peanut butter!
Posted on: Fri, 18 Oct 2013 10:43:24 +0000
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