Monday, January 28, 2008

Problem

I am upstairs in my office.

My chocolate is downstairs in the guest bedroom.

In between ... lots and lots of goopy gluey flooring, and a piece of painter's tape that's a not-so-subtle reminder that I'm NOT ALLOWED TO GO DOWNSTAIRS RIGHT NOW. No matter how much I want that chocolate.

must ... not ... lick ... wrappers ... in ... trashcan ...

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

That's why the house has windows!
- MLF