approaching 40, married, two kids and a busy job. even i think i'm trite.
Day 45: Caught
Gee, you mean you didn't leave that empty Doritos bag in the trash for me? I could have sworn you wanted me to take it out and sneak upstairs to your son's room so I could ram my snout in it and lick it clean? My bad. Would it help if I keep the noisy bag crinkling to a minimum so you don't have to come upstairs to figure out if a pack of squirrels broke in the house? No? Oh, I see you don't even want me in the trash. Good to know. Unlikely to happen, of course. But still good to know.