The other day I went to make some veggie burgers. I heated up the George Foreman, retrieved the burgers from the freezer and looked around for the unopened packet of bread rolls we’d bought the day before, of which there was no sign. I looked. I asked Bill to look. I looked again. Nothing. No trace. I almost convinced myself I’d imagined buying them.
However, today I went into the back yard and picked up a plastic bag I’d noticed blowing around out there. Surprise surprise it looked terribly familiar…what? a mauled and mangled empty bread roll packet!! *glares at Quince and Gingernuts*
While I was out there to my dismay I also discovered one of my shoes…nestled in the ivy patch Gingernuts likes to bury things in. I’d not even noticed it was missing! Houston…we have a problem!