i had the most lovely evening yesterday. my girl was sourly watching the giants beat the redskins (neither of whom she likes, so i'm not sure why she was so emotionally involved in the game, but that's okay beacuse it worked to my advantage) when i took it upon myself to have a look-see in her bedroom. my girl heard me rifling through things and making odd noises, but she shrugged it off because i do that sometimes. what she had forgotten, however, was a box of junior mints that she had on top of my crate which is beside her bed. what was i to do? let them get stale as eli manning continued to throw inexplicable completions? i give you a resounding NO!!! i knocked the box down, ripped it open, ate the CHOCOLATE candy, then preceeded to eat almost the entire cardboard minty-flavored box before she came in and found me!
i was kind crabby the rest of the night, but i didn't tell her it was because i was feeling poorly due to my dangerous over-indulgence. i didn't let on. and i made it through just fine, thank you. no ill effects. and my breath even smelled minty fresh!