Remember my post here about how I lost my M&Ms?
I never did find them.
And I did ask my husband if he hid them from me. He claimed to have no idea what I was talking about. Which means either (1) he's lying, or (2) I'm crazy.
I'm tempted to say he's lying, just to make myself sound better.
But I think really I'm crazy.
And, since a couple people did ask me about this, when I say bag of M&Ms, I don't mean the size you buy from a vending machine. I mean the size you buy to share with seven other people.
Yes, I know it's sad.