Gramama says I have to tell you what I did so she doesn't have to tattle. But you know what? I just can't help myself! Why does she freak out when I do what is natural for a sweet little angel to do? Ok, maybe not so sweet. Ok, not always angelic, but I am little!
Tonight I waited until G went to sleep and snuck into the kitchen where I very carefully took the empty ice cream carton out of the trash. I then cleaned it for G. That's a good thing, right? My mistake was that I went back to bed and snuggled with G. How was I supposed to know that Death by Chocolate ice cream was all over my face . . . and paws . . . and my shirt . . . OK, I was covered in the stuff! G didn't wake up in a very good mood. HMMMPH. If she'd just give me this stuff when I wanted it and I didn't have to sneak it then it wouldn't come as a surprise.
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Allie ate a bite of Death by Chocolate a couple of days ago too... by accident of course. By the way, we can't figure out how to post a blog on here. Oh well.
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