Who Moved My Cheese?

Time:  6:30ish am
Location:  Kitchen
Event:  Breakfast

Just poured cup of coffee #2 so I'm feelin' good.  It's gonna be a good day.  I'm not gonna do anything stupid today.  I'm not, I'm not, I'm not.

Goozer is standing at the fridge demanding, "dink, dink, dink".  I immediately get out his drink so no further chaos can ensue this early in the morning.  Brenden is asking for waffles and The Gooz concurs. 

What to eat for breakfast?  Done. 

I open the cupboard to get out the plates in a hurry so no one tries to Lego my Eggo. Something is out of place.  What is that doing in there? 

It was a Costco-size block of cheese.  I take it out and realize it's nice and warm...with condensation forming around it.  Looks like the cheese had a sleepover with the cups and plates.  Fabulous. 

Divert blame.  Calling hubby...
Me:  "Hey Trav, did you give the boys cheese last night?"
Husband:  "No."
Me:  "Are you sure?  I thought you did."
Husband:  "No.  What did you do?"

Side note:  I love that he automatically assumes I did something wrong.  I really have no idea why he does this. 

After getting prepped that he'll be home late due to a pit stop at Costco (for more cheese) we continue our morning eating Eggos with warm cheese sprinkled on top.


Anonymous said...

That is so funny!! Must be a husband thing mine always has to double check just in case I was inaccurate in whatever it was I was doing. lol Love the blog Lisa the way you write makes me smile.

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