There are a few things in life I don’t joke around with.

Food is one of them.

When it comes to sharing dessert?

You’re so on your own.

Envision a wild lion preying on an innocent gazelle. When I eat and/or share a dessert it tends to be a little Animal Planetish. Full of raw carnage and inappropriateness.

Oh- and if you’re not careful I might accidentally spear you with my fork.

All in good fun, of course.

So I was quite surprised today when my dear husband- who has been speared and gorged out of many a dessert in our marriage- “accidentally” ate our last box of Thin Mints.

Girl Scout Thin Mints.

Girl Scout Thin Mints that are sold only once a year Thin Mints.

And proceeded to pretend as though it was truly an accident.

“I forgot we were going to share the last box! Honest!”

Honest!?

HONEST?

HA! I invented the “honest” ploy! Trust me- that’s the oldest one in the book!

Not only that. but he also opened our last box of Tagalongs and already ate an entire row.

Thank God I was able to salvage the rest.

There are some things I take very seriously.

Desserts are one of them.

My advice to Will?

Sleep with one eye open, dear. There are few things that push me over the edge-

and Thin Mints are one of them.