Last night after dinner, I went back to the bedroom to get something and turn on the light beside the bed. I heard a crinkle sound and looked down. Uh, ohhhhhh.....a candy wrapper on my side and not one I'd eaten, either. It was also one from Santa's recent shopping excursion. Even worse. I lifted up the bed skirt to reveal candy wrappers all over every where and started hollering for Fred and Brian (here doing laundry) to come look. Here is a shot of what they saw that doesn't do the carnage near justice, but will give you an idea.
We had all noticed that Sis had seemed a little sleepy after dinner, but just figured she was snoozy due to the weather. Uh, no. That would be the Limoncello effect. Old Sis tied one on. But the best part was when she was puffing, because her stomach was so bloated with gas. She was miserable. Since she'd been confronted and totally busted, she had gone and gotten in her bed. We all knew dark chocolate could potentially kill her, so we kept an eye on her in addition to giving her some Pepto, for the gas. She needed a tad more for the remaining gas this morning, but I think old cast iron gut never even barfed. She's feeling better today but I know she would do it all over again, if opportunity knocked. Baaaaad girrrrrl.