Last night Mom made chicken chili and cornbread. It smelled SO good. Mom is very conscientious about my health, so she only gave me a couple tiny pieces of boiled chicken. It was not nearly enough to satisfy my chicken craving! As always, I had a plan.
After Mom finishes cooking and stuffing her face, she’s usually had a glass of wine or two, and she is really tired. Most of her energy is devoted to digesting and keeping her eyes open long enough to watch the end of “Glee.”
This is my opening. When I thought she wasn’t looking, I went in for the kill….
Turns out I went for the cornbread plate instead of the chili plate. I got busted for nothing! My skills must be getting rusty.