So yesterday mom did her shopping...for her food. She brought nothing back for us. Oh, sure, there were sweet potatoes in the bag for the dog, but what about us? She says we have plenty. We're not so sure.
Our pantry shelves have gone from this:
To this sad state now:
And we even saw her taking our treats to use for training treats for the dog! The nerve!
And to top it all off, the ptu suddenly has a more prominent location in my room. It is usually under my window sill as a convenient step up.
This means "carrides" are imminent...