"Small Ovens"

Someone is in trouble.

How dare they make secret plans with secret people to leave secret packages outside my secret door with the secret contents being only exactly what is secretly my favorite secret confectionery concoction in the entire world?

Unacceptable. Utterly and completely.

Someone is lucky they aren't here right now because there would be some music to face. And they might not be able to breath due to being squeezed or be able to hear due to me yellin in excitement. (Plus it's too late, or early, for me to be yellin.)

I very nearly called Someone and woke them up when I got back to my apartment at one something in the morning, so Someone (I know you are reading this...) had better be glad that I decided to eat a Petit Four instead.

But I know who it was...

And I know who the co-conspirator was... (Thank you, by the way.)

Just you wait, 'enry 'iggins, just you wait.

I'll get you, and your little dog too. (Maybe you should go buy a dog.)

And here I was all worried about what big scary plans were afoot. *Sigh* I think me and my little box are just gonna curl up in a comfy chair with some iced cold milk for the rest of the week.

*Deeply contented sigh*

LadyAnne