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The Great Cookie Caper

Call Scooby Doo.  Call Sherlock Holmes.  Heck call my cousin Sherlock Bones.  We have quite the mystery here at the Hotel Thompson.  This is cookie season – you know Girl Scout cookies.  We here ❤ the Girl Scouts.  Our front door has a sign that reads, “No Soliciting… unless you have Girl Scout Cookies”.  That sign is fully enforced – snorts and rolls with laughter.

So mom buys boxes of Girl Scouts cookies (I’m ashamed to say how many but I can tell you they freeze well for during the year in emergency cases).  She gets her box of gold and brings them home.  Dad’s all time favorite is Samoas.  Dad’s mouth has been watering all day long since mom called and told him she had him a stash.  He gets him a tall glass of milk and he is going to have him a few while watching Jeopardy – which is another post for another day.

He reaches for his box and what the pig?  The box is light.  Maybe it’s a new formula – light? Snorts – no really the box is empty!  What the cream cheese he says followed by where are my cookies?!  I need cookies in my belly.  He bellows for mom to come here.  She does and he hands her the box and says, “Are you playing with me?”  That’s when she feels the box which is EMPTY.  The box is sealed, stamped and still intact.  Mom takes these pictures for proof.

 Someone had ONE job to do and guess what?  They failed miserably!  Snorts.  Mom called the person she bought the cookies from and explained what happened.  Even he was like what?  Mom did bring the box to the guy the next day and the box was replaced but…the mystery is still there.  What happened to the cookies?

Were they not put in the box to begin with?  Were they invisible for people on a DIEt?  How many other people got empty boxes?  Has this happened to you before?

And let me just nip the rumor going around – snorts oinks – me and Houdini did NOT – repeat DID NOT – have anything to do with the mysterious disappearance of dad’s cookies.  There was no Mission Impossible music playing and there was no ninja moves being done by either of us.  For real.  Innocent the both of us.




Posted by on 03/09/2015 in Bacon


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My Aunt Came for a Visit



So this past weekend, my Aunt Tina came home for a visit.  She lives near the the outskirts of Chicago in Illinois.  Right before she came home, they got a huge SNOW storm.  This is my cousin Sherlock Bones going outside to see snow and do his business.  First off, I can’t imagine snow this deep.  Heck, it’s hard for this little piggy to imagine snow period since I’ve never seen it.  Second off, thank goodness I have a wee-wee patch in my bedroom.  I just don’t see myself as a ‘going outside to tread through the snow to find grass to take a pee kind of oinker’.  I guess you could say that I’m a little spoiled like that.  Just a tiny bit.

So, Aunt Tina came home to get away from the cold and snow to find what?  Not snow but single digit cold.  PLOL (Piggy laughing out loud).  Way to go Mother Nature in turning a twist of bad luck.  It is funny though in one way evil twist of nature.  You see Aunt Tina used to live in Louisiana.  The only thing they had to worry about there were perhaps rain and hurricanes.  Now, well, I think this picture tells you everything Aunt Tina and her family think about this time of the year.



Posted by on 01/08/2014 in Bacon


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