Muffin mania
This morning, Michele baked a batch of delicious muffins with chocolate chips in them. They are quite tasty, and presumably intended to be eaten over the course of several days. Then she went off to work, leaving the container of muffins on the kitchen counter.
To make a long story short, I've eaten a very large quantity of chocolate-chip muffins today. She'll be home shortly and will inevitably see that the muffin container is now only about 30% full. She will also want to know why I'm too full to eat dinner.
I think it's too late at this point to somehow create more muffins to replace those I've eaten. Nor can I think of a convincing story to explain the disappearance of all those muffins (the cats, who normally make good scapegoats, have shown no interest in the muffins, so Michele wouldn't buy that). I might just have to face the music on this one.