You know what's great about being the Easter Bunny a parent? The leftover candy that never made it into wouldn't fit in the eggs. Recently, MonkeyButt and CuriousGeorge found my hidden Milky Way stash on top of the fridge.
So when the EB had candy intentionally accidentally left over after hiding eggs, I found the perfect place to hide it so they couldn't eat it before I could wouldn't figure out we bought it for them: in a Walmart bag in the broom closet, sitting on an empty box next to the trash can. Genius, right? Who'd go looking for treats in there? Just me, no monkeys.
I just went to grab some gummy bears lunch and *gasp* the bag was gone. What the...? I frantically moved the box and knocked over the empty trash can.
I closed the door thinking, Empty trash can? What a good man that KingKong is, putting all the trash out on trash day. DAMN! It's trash day. KingKong put my snacks out with the trash. Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! He is so on my shitlist.
Guess I'll go search for some cookies eat an apple. *sigh*