I'm up to my eyeballs in website design! No. time. for. anything. else.

Milly (and Randy), my mother-in-law (and her significant other), stopped by our office today. I delighted in pointing out my office...like she couldn't tell anyway. It's the only clean one of the lot. At first she pouted (cutely) and said, "Did they give you the SMALLEST office!?" I nodded and added, "And the only one with a window too!" She delighted in the windowy goodness of my office.

Next, she walked back to Miles' office and admonished him for his disorderliness while pacing the hallway between his room and mine. I stifled a giggle when Miles whimpered desperately, "But she's got less stuff in her office!"

Jason had Cheetos here today...or "cheesy corn snacks", as it were. He has the back office—I have the front office, Miles is the middleman. Miles and I found ourselves wandering into the hallway in summit:

Did you hear that crinkling sound?
THE SOUND OF JUNK FOOD!
FIND THE JUNK FOOD!
NEEEEED THE JUNK FOOD!

We traversed blindly toward the back office. Listening just before the opened doorway, we determined that the hypnotically yummy sound was indeed louder at that end of the hall. Miles peeked in the door while I cowardly slouched towards the bathroom (also at the end of the hall) so as not to openly display my wanton lust for crinkly-bagged junk food to the non-husband unit.

I listened from the bathroom as Miles inquired hopefully, "What's that you've got there?" (pause) "OH! Cheetos!"

I leap from the bathroom and exclaim as I set my eyes on the bag, "CHEESY CORN SNACKS!" The room spins, my breath quickens, and a note of sadness pierces the air. Was he going to share? Or, was he going to eat the 'cheesy corn snacks' in front of us, sneering at us at each crunch?

After we helped him up from the ground following our tackle, he stuttered meekly, "Help yourselves."

Good old Jason.