A Moral Quandry
Would it be wrong to edit my earlier post, to conceal my crime more accurately reflect the number of cookies that will be remaining when Shrike gets home from work?
Oh. Fine.
But how do you know that I haven’t already? Hmmmm?
Would it be wrong to edit my earlier post, to conceal my crime more accurately reflect the number of cookies that will be remaining when Shrike gets home from work?
Oh. Fine.
But how do you know that I haven’t already? Hmmmm?
at 8:12 PM
Categories Thinks I've Thunk, What Say You?, Whozat In The Kitchen?
Does this mean, no cookies? You are the best aunt ever. My role model. So, are you taking up with some adolescent Italian boy?
ReplyDeleteCurses, foiled again!
ReplyDeleteLadies and gentlemen - meet Shrike!
Thanks for stopping in honey, and for commenting!
No, there are still cookies. And I promise there will still still be cookies when you get home.
I just can't promise how many.
How much to you think Mamma Italiano would be willing to pay for me to teach her male son wonderful things in the afternoons in Houston?
(Ew, that really does sound awful, doesn't it?)
Cookies is pleural there!
ReplyDeleteIf I can control myself, there might be plural cookies remaining.
ReplyDeleteBut she works past 1 am, it's really a lot to ask of me, you know.