An example of why some people should not be allowed to write in a public forum

So I am now distraught. As is my tradition, I am up long before the roosters even open a lazy eyeball and have had about a half a pot of coffee (half-caff, stop looking at me like that). Once the coffee settles in, I am ready for my early morning snack, otherwise known as first breakfast. As of late, I have had the same first breakfast every single morning. Which has also become a tradition/habit/addiction. Cottage cheese with fresh blueberries. SO DELICIOUS. So I just went to quietly get out my cc&b and what do I find? CC, but no B!! I seem to remember yesterday afternoon some children who will remain nameless requesting to have some blueberries -- well, normally, I'd have let them (in moderate quantity), but I was lying sick on the couch (worth it!) and said no, that I didn't want to get up and wash them and I just KNEW they'd accidentally pour half of my precious blueberries down the sink if they tried it. For the record, they did get another snack and were not starving. Apparently, I fell asleep on the couch for a minute as they absconded with my blueberries (notice how they're MY blueberries? MINE!).

And now my enormous thing of Costco blueberries is MIA. I have a feeling it's somewhere in the backyard. And it's freezing out there. And dark. And right now I want to go shake them awake and make them go outside barefoot to find whatever may be remaining of my blueberries.

Dangit, they're exceedingly cute while asleep.