Much to my horror, I found myself frantically digging through Baby Girl's Easter basket this morning in search of chocolate OF ANY KIND be it stale or not!
Thank God (and my co workers should!) I found a mini Hershey bar.
Myrtle doesn't know that I can see the sun's reflection on her binoculars and I wonder how she'd feel if a 22 pound cat came sailing right through her front window.
I'll let you know.