Morjes!

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Another morning surprise

I woke up this morning and found this on the counter, courtesy of Jeremy:



I guess I've honed my skills since last time because I think I know exactly what happened here.

Let's all admit that sometimes, when you're staying up late working on a project, you sometimes get snacky. Sometimes, you just need something sweet to eat to keep you going. The problem is that sometimes, there isn't anything sweet in the house.

So you get desperate. So desperate, in fact, that you dig out an unopened Christmas advent calendar from last year. You check the date - it has not yet expired. Victory! It's just the thing!

But your excitement is short-lived. Sadly, you get your hopes up only to find, to your horror, that the chocolate inside has gone bad. Just to make sure, though, you open not one, but two little date windows to confirm your utter disappointment.

I asked Jeremy what he ended up eating instead and he decided on two peanut granola bars. I guess I should have told him about the huge bag of chocolate chips in the pantry.

There's a reason sleep deprivation is a form of torture

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