We just had a frantic search for our open bag of dark M&Ms. Valentine's dark M&Ms. We prefer those to the regular dark ones. Don't judge us. We're shallow. And sad and boring.
Anyway, we're frantically searching the kitchen because we know we have an open bag. We both ate some out of it yesterday. And it was almost full. Now, we have three full ones we're hoarding, but we didn't want those. We wanted the open one. Who took it? The dog? She was fenced into the kitchen today... Was it the furnace repairman? The pig?
After ransacking the kitchen, which is ridiculously clean and therefore obviously not hiding a pink bag of M&Ms, Ryan opened the lower cabinet where we keep our teeny colorful bowls that we eat the candies out of (portion control, baby). Yup, the bag of M&Ms was there. In the cabinet. Methinks we need some more sleep. Maybe it was the lack of heat last night. We weren't thinking properly.
Now that we have heat again and our M&Ms have been restored, all is well here.