My sister-in-law Cheryl* is on a diet at the moment. Today she decided to cheat a tiny bit and snuck into our kitchen, looking in the cupboards for contraband. We heard the evidence (rustling wrappers) from the lounge room and asked what she was eating. "Oh nothing." No really, what was she eating. "Oh, I've just had one of the chocolate buttons."
Chocolate buttons? We don't have any choco...
You know that feeling you get when something extremely funny slowly dawns on you?
Cheryl comes over, chewing happily, accompanied by her 20-month old daughter Sally*, who is also happily chewing... on a carob-flavoured doggy treat.
These things date from Ricki's puppyhood. Five years ago.
Look, if you're going to cheat on a diet, at least make it worth it.
We stopped laughing eventually.
* Names have been changed to protect the numb nuts. But you know who they are.