Move and the Gummy Gets it!

Let it not be said my husband has no sense of humor!  

After my adorable crazy students left for the day today I decided to indulge in a quick hit of Facebook....I mean take a quick peek at Facebook.  This is what I was met with.... 

This was posted by my husband on a friends page with the following message

• Dear Regina,
  Your 5 pound gummy bear is STILL in my fridge, and has been since before Christmas. While he is delicious, and cute, he is rather large and taking up space. I am sending you this as a warning of sorts... I am giving you one week to pick him up or he will suffer a fate worse than a mythbusters test dummy. His fate is in your hands now. The clock is ticking

The man is sick!  The man is evil!  The man is kind of sexy for being so malicious!

The comments and suggestions that followed this post were just as deliciously fun.  They ranged from escorting the 5 lbs of sugar to the shooting range, to mailing her tiny little gummy paw in an envelope.  My personal favorite was the suggestion to drown the bear in rum.  A little water boarding sounds like a wonderful idea! If the bear must die, let it be for the happiness of all those around it.

Fear not good readers.  The bears owner quickly replied that she would be making the trip to regain custody of the tasty treat this afternoon.  My poor husband is still upset that he was denied his time line of the bears demise.