When in Doubt Blame the Dogs

Me: So I have some bad news.

Matt: Okay . . .?

Me: Your Pringles are gone.

Matt: What?! I just bought those.

Me: I know. Now you have one of two choices.

Matt: Which are.

Me: Well, your first option is to believe that I would be unthoughtful enough to eat your chips.

Matt: Uh huh . . . and option two?

Me: You could believe that earlier today, while I was off doing your laundry like a good wife, I came into the living room to catch BOTH of our dogs combining their efforts to knock over your can of Pringles and proceed to eat all of your chips. Seriously. They were everywhere. All over the carpet. And instead of being upset about having to vacuum, all I thought was, "No! Matt's chips!"

Matt: Are you seriously framing the dogs for eating my potato chips?

Me: Framing? You honestly thing they aren't capable of such things? Look right now, Whiskey is actively trying to climb on the recliner to eat the sandwich on your plate. Right now! And if you'll notice, I am all the way over here on the couch NOT trying to steal your food at this very moment. I think we know what that means.

Matt: If the dogs ate my chips, how'd they get the lid off?

Me: I think you highly underestimate how resilient our dogs are.

Matt: Did you eat my chips?

Me: . . . .

Matt: . . . .

Me: . . . . Yes.

Matt: Were they any good?

Me: OMG they were sooo good, I couldn't even stop eating them!