In honor of Halloween, a coworker gave me five small white chocolate Reece’s peanut butter cups. Arriving home this afternoon, I lined all five along the living room windowsill, planning on eating them during Naruto/Adult Swim, before heading upstairs for a long soak in the tub.
By the time I came back downstairs, there were only two peanut butter cups still awaiting my consumption and a trail of wrappers heading towards the kitchen.
George Eliot was polishing off the third cup as I walked in on her and her accomplice.
So it goes.
I hope that I don’t end up nursing sick kitties tonight. It would be a shame to have to miss Naruto again. (Note the lack of sympathy displayed when it is my candy that is stolen).