February 5th 2013 4:53 am
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This is a replay of last night's dinner conversation:

Setting: Mom and Dad in the kitchen, helping themselves to delicious roast beast, which had been cooking all day in the crock pot, torturing Sophie and I with it's odors. In addition, Mom had cooked up Pillsbury frozen biscuits.

Mom, to Dad: "Why are you opening a new margarine? I used margarine this morning and the tub was almost full."

Dad: "I looked in the fridge and did not see another one."

Mom goes to fridge and looks inside. She sees a second margarine tub, but it is still inside it's packaging. She does not see any other margarine tubs.

Wee Lass: "Pennie ate the margarine."

Little Lad, sarcastically, in a sibling dig to Wee Lass: "How would you know that?"

Wee Lass: "It's in the Living Room."

Mom goes to living room. She knows that whenever I sneak food I take it to the living room to eat it. I am a well-bred Shelter Special. I like to dine formally. Sure enough, in the living room is a margarine lid, slightly gnawed and a margarine tub, well cleaned.

Word of warning: If I need to go outside in the next few days; I need to go outside NOW, as in I am well-lubricated inside.