The thought of having to meet with Director No Fun has been keeping me up at night lately. I’m afraid of what changes he’ll think he has to implement to make me comply with his reign over the museum.
What I’m passionate about isn’t office politics. It’s archeology. Even preoccupied and sleep-deprived, this is where my heart goes first, so I deal with my frustration by carefully, meticulously, carving down a few of the gems I found on my travels.
But by that point, I have been awake for a while, and my body is craving sugar. Either that, or I just have to admit that my sweet tooth is more powerful than my love for old relics.
In any case, I sneak to the main home in my pajamas, braving the cold autumn air. There’s a bowl of candy on the kitchen counter, and no siblings to fight me on my way to empty it.
I shouldn’t have underestimated the bowl of candy itself.
Surprise! I keep forgetting the candy wants you dead. Colorful wrappers and ribbons fly all around the room.
Is it over?…
Worth it.
The Stewarts Family (and other shenanigans) 