I really should have been more careful. I thought he was downstairs when I opened the fridge to indulge in my guilty little pleasure. Instead, he was right behind me and immediately wanted to know what was in the shiny gold foil. Smith's kills me every year with their $1 sale on the really big candy bars. I just can't seem to resist. I rarely go seeking them out. But when they are on display: stacked, three feet high, all that delicious milk chocolate and toffee calling to me; I give in. At least now I can say that I didn't eat the whole thing myself. I guess it's time to find a better hiding place.
3 comments:
Zack looks as guilty as you feel. What a cutee.
I am impressed that he's the first one to find your stash. When David finds mine he moves it and I have to really search to find it - you'd think I was looking for a lost child instead of chocolate I'm so frantic. You for sure need a new hiding place.
Zack looks so cute. Only true happiness makes you smile like that. Just buy more chocolate. It never goes to waste.
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