O.K. I didn't blog in I don't know how long and now I have two entries for one day.  Go figure . .

So, let me set the stage for you.  It's approximately 10:40 P.M. and I just finished my blog entry.  I leave the computer to go indulge in one of those Kit Kats I bought at 50% off at Tom Thumb on Sunday.

I open the refrigerator and casually looked on the shelve I placed them on.  Oh, I must have put them on another shelf because you can't miss seeing 4 to 5 Kit Kats.  Yes, four to five.  See I had to buy three at regular price to get the other three free.  And I've only eaten one and maybe someone else in my house has eaten one.

Nope, there no where in here.  Oh, they must be behind the 96oz container of orange juice.  Nope not there either.  Oh, I must have stuck them in the freezer because I like them cold.  No, there not there either.

I'm getting a little worried here. 

Oh, let me look for them faster because I'll be able to find them this way.  Nothing.

Then before I know it out comes, "LaCarlton I know you didn't eat ALL my Kit Kats!"

The suppose to be watching the Olympics on the sofa, sleeping husband says, "What, no I didn't eat them."

Then before I know it, it comes out again, "LaCarlton you ate my Kit Kats didn't you?"

The now more alert husband says, "Oh, your Kit Kats.  I ate maybe one or two.  But here is one on the table."

With a sigh of relief I glide across the floor to retrieve the Kit Kat I thought had been viciously taken from me.   Upon reaching to grab its contents I find that it is EMPTY!

"LaCarlton I can't believe you ate ALL my Kit Kats!"  It just kept coming out over and over again.

The hubby says, "I'll go to the store and get you one."

I came back to my senses and said, "That's O.K. I'll be fine." 

Praise the Lord for progress.  Maybe the next time I won't even say anything when I can't find the Kit Kats.