Wild Dingo Gives it Away for Free

Oh ya kiddie cats. I’m givin’ it away free, on Fridays. Don’t tell Mr. Wild Dingo though. He’ll think I’m cheap.

Speaking of Mr. Wild Dingo, Internet, I need a little sympathy.  A few nights ago, he made a trip to CostCo and came back with some really cheap chocolate for our backup stash. You know, the kind of stuff you’ll break down and eat because you ran out of your favorite good stuff, but you really need a hit bad. So he knows that I always have a stash of cheap stuff, or a stash of expensive cookies that I keep around in case I get a surprise visitor. Only those cookies never really stay around. So I resorted to stashing yucko chocolate as my emergency back up. Only lately, I haven’t had any back up chocloate and I’ve been a bit too busy to buy any of the good stuff, let alone the “back up” stash.

So Mr. Wild Dingo was kind enough to buy a REALLY big bag of back up cheapie stuff, without me even asking.  Snaps to him, huh? But wait. The shoe is about to fall.

The other day, I’m working hard and my body starts to call out for chocolate. I mean its really begging for a hit of it, good or cheap stuff. So I go to the kitchen to the place where I put the cheap stuff, only to find it missing! Mr. Wild Dingo HID the cheap stash of chocolate on me! Doh! How could he be so cruel?

Now Internet, please tell me, isn’t this grounds for early termination? Or should he pay a penalty? This is no way to treat the person who makes him his dinner. I mean, unless he wants to hire someone to pre-taste it for him.

And by the way, he’s going to have to put a better thinking cap on for hiding places if he wants to trick a chocolate monster like me. Sure, I had to delay my fix for 10 minutes as I got out the step ladders and looked through all the cabinets. He doesn’t exactly know yet that I broke into the cheapie bag. He’ll find out though. When it’s gone.