Remember the two bags of Dove Dark Chocolate squares that Hick gave me for Mother's Day? At the end of the day, The Pony volunteered to carry them downstairs for me.
"Do you want them on the blue chair, by your Sixlets from Easter? Or in your office?"
"On the chair. I don't want them beside me! On the chair. I'm too lazy to go back out and get more."
Off went The Pony. On days he didn't work or go to training (very few!), he'd put two on my lunch tray as he carried it downstairs for me. Other days I went without. Not convenient to stop while carrying my own tray and a 44 oz Diet Coke and two bubba cups full of ice.
When The Pony was in Springfield for a week, I was on my own to fulfill my chocolate needs.
This is THE HORROR that greeted me when I went to fetch two tasty chocolates.
WHO DOES THAT?
I'm pretty sure a bag of candy can be opened in a more... um... SANE way. I hope to beat him to the second bag, and snip the top evenly with my lair blue-handled scissors.
Psycho the Ripper must be stopped!