Thursday, January 3, 2013

Tater Tot


Meet the new me.  I have lots of nicknames—Pooper Scooper, Stinker, Sweetie Pie, Cookie Monster—and now I’ve earned a new name—Tater Tot.  We’ve been gone a lot and except for the pumpkin pie incident at Christmas I’d been pretty good when I‘ve had to wait in the car, usually just stretching out in the seat.  Then it happened.  Auntie went in the storage unit and I was setting in the front seat.  She brought some chairs out and put them in the car and went back in to look for something.  I knew she had put the sacks from Walmart way in the back.  I had to move fast—I climbed over the chairs, landing right on top of the sacks.  Now I had to make a choice, there were two loaves of bread and a bag of tater tots.  This was my chance—I could only look longingly at the tots when we stop at Sonic, so it was a no-brainer that I went for the tater tots. It was over too fast.  Auntie locked up the unit and came around to get in the car—the seat was empty!  I heard nothing, then she screamed.   Busted again.  It may have been frozen, but now I have a tater tot!