Chocolate is a mood elevator. or so I thought.
Which is why, after about four hours of working on a PE project, I decided to pull out the package of chocolate in my bottom drawer–it was well over a pound of the mixed, bite size hershey’s candy bars. I tell Josh and Dan and David (who were in the room working on the project with us) that chocolate is a mood elevator as I happily reach for the bag. Well, once I uncover it, my face turns from joy to consternation as I immediately realize that a mouse has eaten my chocolate.
So that’s what’s been happening around here lately. Sign up for my mini mac on my last post, please!!!
Darn mouse… ate Wilson’s candy. He was going to share with us and the stupid mouse ate it. I hope he got fat and had a heart attack or something. Yeah. Stupid mouse…