Food thievery committed on 6/1/2012.
Guess what. Piz and I came back to the house and found this on the floor. I had saved the last two of these Maxim’s cigarette cookies to eat at a much latter date, ALONE. Now, there are none. Maxim’s cookies have a special place in my heart because my dad used to bring back yummy things from there when he’d go to Paris on business trips. You can get these cookies in Tokyo, too, but it’s different if they haven’t travelled in your dad’s briefcase! But, that’s not even as different as finding them on a shelf at a discount store in Minnesota. Hahaha! Different times!
Ha-ha aside, this really was not very ha-ha at all, because 1) the tin is totally busted, with lots of teeth marks; 2) there was nothing leftnot even wrappers. It’s my fault that she found these because I guess I had left them within reachmeaning, anywhere other than inside of high cupboards or the microwave or the fridge or the barricaded oven. Ugggggh.
Well, I checked her teeth and they look OK, and I guess I’ll just keep an eye out for gold poop. (The color of the wrapper.)