The shame of it all

I am reduced to stealing food from my stepkid.

On Saturday I was helping Grant replace the bathroom ceiling fan thingy. The helping that involves go-fer-ing and the handing up of tools. But I started feeling kinda lightheaded, because, been sick and all that, you know. Anyway, stopping to eat something while my husband is cursing up a blue streak at a very stubborn home project was not exactly in the cards, until I went downstairs to fetch some duct tape and spied the Costco box of goodies Tom had bought. Specifically, I spied a granola bar. I grabbed it and sereptitiously surruptitiously sneakily devoured it between screwdriver changes.

Today, I got home from work absolutely dying for some ramen noodles. Downstairs to check the box, where voila! a small case of Mr. Noodles doth reside. I took one. I may take another, later.

Hey! We don't charge him rent, you know.