My Confession

Grills....I have a confession.

Hi, my name is B and my lunch box is the office clepto!

Have you ladies wondered why we are running out of forks in the 'Miley, Adna, and Barndy Grocery'? Well, my lunch box is the culprit and I want to apologize on her behalf. I am not sure how they got there, uhum, but I promise I will make her return them. I will sneak them back in so as not to draw attention to that thieving lunch box of mine. Gosh, I can't take her anywhere!