The Purloined Pudding

So, one morning, back in the eighties, I made four bowls of chocolate pudding.

Afterward, Allen and I went out on some errands.

When we returned home, Allen happened to go to 

a closet that we seldom opened.

It contained Christmas decorations, a ceramic pumpkin,

and other items infrequently used.

After opening the closet door, he called out to me:

"Why did you put the pudding in the closet?"

I was puzzled by such a question, but said, "I didn't put the pudding in the closet."

He replied, "Well.  The pudding is in the closet."

I said, "If the pudding is in the closet, then you put it there."

(We were the only dwellers in our abode).

He adamantly denied doing so, and, all of a sudden, I had

this awful thought:  "He's trying to make me think I'm going crazy!"

I just glared at him.

At that point, I guess he somehow knew not to prolong the conversation,

and he walked off.

I put the pudding back on the kitchen counter,

stewed about it a bit, then went on with my day.

Late in the afternoon, my sweet daughter called and we had a nice long chit-chat.

Then, out of the blue, she asks,

"Did you lose anything, Mom?"

Me:  "No."

She:  "Are you sure???"

And finally:  "You didn't lose your pudding?"

She then confessed that, while we were out that morning, she had come by 

(for something or other - I don't remember)

and, as she had a key, she came in, spied the pudding, and pulled the prank.

After we hung up, and I had told Allen what happened, I asked him,

"What were you really thinking?" (as the episode progressed).

He responded, "I thought you'd lost your flipping mind!"

And I rejoined, "I thought you were setting me up to have me committed!"

Thanks, Carla ~ Things were much more interesting before you

moved to South Carolina!

Don't let this sweet face deceive you!