Okay, so. Yesterday was a long work day for me, the kind of work day that makes you feel like eating comfort food.
I got home after spending the day resisting these cookies excited to eat something yummy and bad for me. Why didn't I just eat one of the aforementioned work cookies? Because I'm stupid, okay?
Anyway. On my walk home I considered that the thing I wanted to eat was a wrap with peanut butter on it. Honestly, a whole grain wheat tortilla wrap with peanut butter is the unhealthiest combo of food available at my apartment right now, so that is what I wanted.
So I go to get a wrap, and find just an empty package where there had been two wraps in the morning. Here's what happened next...
Me, in the kitchen: "Did you eat both the wraps?"
The Prince, from the couch: "Oh, yeah."
Me: "Okay, do we have any crackers left that I can put peanut butter on?"
The Prince: "No, the crackers got used up when I had soup."
Me: "So we have no peanut butter vehicles, is what you're saying. We don't even have a clean spoon for me to eat it out of the jar with."
The Prince: "Yeah I haven't done the dishes yet, and, uh, *nervous laughter*..."
The Prince: "I may have eaten the rest of the peanut butter today."
At this point, I looked over at the couch to see my boyfriend sitting on it next to an empty peanut butter jar.
Me: "YOU ATE ALL OF THE THINGS THAT I WANT TO EAT."
The Prince: "I was hungry."
The Prince: "I think there's one banana left?"
Me: "How is there only one left? There were seven two days ago."
The Prince: "Actually, now that I think about it, I think I ate the last one. We don't have any bananas left."
Me: "GO TO THE STORE. RIGHT NOW."