Folks, can you believes how cruel my momma is? You'd think that after all our time together, she'd have a little faith in me. See, this weekend, she was very proud of herself for baking her furst loaf of bread. Our Guy gave her a baking cookbook for her barkday, and it turned out pretty nice.
She had a slice or two from it and was saving the rest for Our Guy to taste. But later that day, she came into the kitchen and... well...
I'm not sure WHAT happened to that thing, but can you believes that she blamed ME for eating it?? Just because I happened to be standing nearby and licking my chops? The nerve of her!!