Where is it?
I came home today, and I ate my dinner.. I went to my room, and my dad came up stairs to my room with a somewhat angry face. I was like, holy crap, what the fuck didn’t I do now? :lol: So he comes in and says, “what happened to all the Baklava your brother brought back from Montreal?” I said, “aah.. aah.. hmm.”

He said, “did your mom hide all of it… again!! ”
I said, “well, probably, cause I was looking for it too yesterday and I couldn’t find any. Not even in the fridge.. ”
He said, “did your brother hide it then.. ah?”
I said, “I doubt it, I think he is looking for it too.”
He said, “fine. It must be your mother. Our family (our last name) is a lot nicer and NEVER hide candy like your mothers (my mom’s last name) family.”
I said, “ok.”
Why do husbands always blame the wife’s entire family name for candy? :lol:
I laughed hysterically after he left.
Few minutes later, he calls my brother.
My brother then comes back upstairs and says, “what.. am I supposed to go back to Montreal now and get more candy that cost a few bucks?”
I thought holy crap.. :lol:
Where is the missing candy… maybe MOM knows or my brother is lying.. :lol:
My dad will never learn.. he has type two diabetes and takes pills daily.. he will just never learn! He has a major sweet tooth.. worse than mine!
I bought chocolate after work.. I don’t care. I want my energy and my happiness!









