So, I actually shopped for a few Christmas gifts yesterday. The calendar says we have a little more than 2 weeks left, but my head is saying we have at least 3 months. I have been behind a lot lately…..not even getting my few fall decorations out until a few days before Thanksgiving. So unlike me.
With the Christmas season each year comes a few boxes of goodies from the States. Customs here in Portugal has changed some things and their regulations have gotten stricter. Which means most of our packages are getting stopped, inspected and import taxes charged.
Bah-humbug to import taxes.
Last week, after some struggles, we finally received a box of peanut butter, pop-tarts, seasonings a water kettle and a Pyrex portable. (Aren’t those things just nifty?) Most of the pop-tarts are put away to pull out at a later date. We have to be careful not to make ourselves sick on a diet of pure, strawberry, sugary goodness….so only a few make it to the pantry shelf at a time.
This morning when I got up there were two pretty silver wrappers on the kitchen floor. Trying to clear my head and open my eyes fully I saw crumbs in the dogs bed and on the floor all around her. Really Crimson!?! You ate MY pop-tarts?! 2 wrappers = 4 pop-tarts!! 4!!!!!! (Give me a break, it was early. It took me a while to come to the conclusion that she had eaten 4 of my precious pop-tarts!)
Liberty said, “Mom, she’s American!” As if her eating them could be overlooked because she’s a sugar addicted American too.
I don’t care if she’s Chinese, Arabic, American or Portuguese….NO ONE EATS my pop-tarts! At least, not without asking first. And absolutely not first thing in the morning before my 2nd cup of coffee….
She’s 3 months old today. It’s not the first time she’s eaten something she wasn’t supposed to….I’m sure it won’t be the last.
She can have all the Maria cookies that she wants…..
…….just leave my pop-tarts alone.