Sticky Situation

We have family in town for Edie's birthday! Josh's aunt, uncle and bobe (grandma) came in to celebrate with Edie. They all came over last night and we ate dinner and got a good visit in. After they left there was a big brick of fudge on the counter. Josh asked where it came from and I figured that they wanted to eat it after dinner but probably forgot.

So I opened it and cut right in. I cut a few good looking slices and took a plate over to the couch to share with Josh and he said "What's that?!" Well duh, it's the fudge we were just talking about, dear. He looks at me slightly shocked and said "So fudge appears on your counter and you just eat it?!" I do see where he was coming from, after all...it wasn't MY fudge, and no one actually said for us to have some, and I can only assume that they were the ones who even bought it...but I looked at him and snapped right back "Well, what are you SUPPOSED to do when fudge appears on your counter?!" We laughed at the mysterious fudge and he shrugged, "Eat it, I guess!"

Amen, brotha. I don't need no stinkin' invitation. By the way...don't leave things laying around my counter if you don't want me to claim them as my own. Especially chocolate...