I can't believe it. The worst week to NOT have chocolate and yet here I am. PMSing with NO chocolate. Last night Jake bought me one of the four Reeses Peanut Butter Cups in one candy. I was happy. I ate three and decided to save the forth for tonight. I asked if he thought it would be okay without being wrapped up and with a nod it was shoved into the drawer for safe keeping... Or so I thought. Fast forward to this evening. After a horrendous day fighting with my boss I was looking forward to that chocolate. Hell... I NEEDED it. I opened the drawer and blinked. It was gone. I moved papers around. Nothing. I thought back to the Snickers incident and glared at Jake. He looked around and swore he didn't touch it. Together we looked around, ending up at the kitchen trash. There it was, crumpled against the side. Let's just say a certain boyfriend is on his way to get me more candy as we speak.

I walked into the kitchen this morning and stepped on something gooey. After my initial "ew" I got a wet paper towel to clean whatever it was up. It turned out to be the top of a Snickers bar wrapping with melted chocolate in it. There was even more on the counter. When Jake woke up I mentioned it to him. That's when it got creepy. He swears he didn't eat it. Mind you, he has sleep walked before and has a habit of talking in his sleep. I don't mind the talking in his sleep too much... except for the one night with the 'thing' under the pillow and his occasional yelling from nightmares. At least the Snickers was his. If it was mine he'd be a deadman. :p