Somebody stole my jelly beans. I had them in the kitchen in a plastic egg, and the egg is gone. I called Scout, she said that she doesn't even like jelly beans. I called Graem, he said that he didn't know that there were jelly beans in the kitchen. The dogs are gone; I'm going to New York City for five days and I took them over to the kids' mom's house so that Scout and her mom and her man, Andy, could watch them, so I can't interrogate the dogs and see if they took my jelly beans. I'm having a craving for sugar. Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!