After supper tonight, the 'Rents and I spent over a half an hour looking for a box of Little Debbie oatmeal pies that I bought at the store last week. We never did find them. We looked everywhere except the garage or the barn.
We all three remember me bringing the box in the house and showing it to Dad, because the oatmeal pies are his favorite Little Debbie cakes. After that, it's anybody's guess where they are. He swears he has only eaten one of them, and I haven't eaten any of them because I can't stand them. And Mom wouldn't eat any of them because she's diabetic and would run from them. I can only figure that Dad ate more than he thought last week and that they're all gone. Maybe he had a senior moment.
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