My dad took my mom out for a quick trip to see his new office earlier today, so they left me home to guard the house. I hate guarding the house. It's lonely, and so naturally, I went looking in the kitchen for some munchies to pass the time.
When my mom and dad got home, my mom decided to make a sandwich and checked the top of the refrigerator for the bread.
Mom: "Hey, Jeff... have you seen the bread?"
Shoot! The bread!
|Guilty as Charged.|
I immediately darted into the living room and tried to sit on the evidence. But no, I wasn't quite fast enough.
This time, it was my mom that left the bread on the counter. Didn't she learn a lesson from last time?