You know you are dead when

[gsh]

your wife asks you if you know what happened to the last of the chocolate covered pretzels, and you just happen to know because you ate the last of them during the football game.

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[chesuli.livejournal.com]

As someone who spent today scouring cabinets for potato chips, I would gladly back her up in court as far as it being justifiable homicide.

(I found some, luckily...)