Every morning I have a bowl of oatmeal with cut up fruit. Many times I use the frozen fruit because it’s just easier. When Dale came home from his trip from California he was bearing lots of fresh fruit from a roadside stand (yummy). You can’t beat fresh fruit, which unfortunately does not exist in dry old Southern Nevada.
He had about three buckets of blackberries a large tray of strawberries and some bing cherries. I told him we had to eat the blackberries quickly because they don’t last more than a couple days. Dale leaves for work a couple of hours before me each morning. So this morning I was making my oatmeal like I always do and noticed a note on the counter from Dale that said, “please finish up the blackberries”. So I proceeded to dump the last tray in my oatmeal. It was delicious…
Now fast-forward about 8 hours. I’m driving home from work and talking to Dale on my cell phone (its legal in Vegas). He says, “Where are the rest of the blackberries”. I’m a little confused and say, “What are you talking about, I finished them like you told me to this morning”. He now is kind of screaming, “the note said, please DO NOT finish the blackberries”.
I must have really wanted those blackberries really bad, don’t you think? Of course I threw the note away in the trash and the garbage man took it away (how convenient). We might never know who was right, but I sure enjoyed my oatmeal this morning.
I guess I need a Blackberry Safe too! How convenient that you threw away my note… Blackberry Thief!!!
A Blackberry Safe!!!
Oh my gosh Sandy, you are such a bad wife.
HaHa.
Love Mom
You two need a third party to move in, or just tell Dale you are always right and entitled to whatever no matter what notes he wants to leave around the house. That should take care of it! Funny stuff…