Woke up this morning and before I even had a chance to make the elixir of life aka coffee, I stepped on something disturbing on our living room floor… and this time, it wasn’t CIA Cat’s fault.

The Horror

I quickly emailed the incriminating photo to Hubby with the title, ‘Did you misplace your gum?”.

It took less than a minute for him to reply, “Where was it? Definitely not mine, I threw it away, maybe it was you.”

… dude.

So I went all Sherlock Holmes on him, not the old school Sherlock Holmes with the googly eyes and oversized nostrils.

Dude, seriously stop flaring those things at me.

No I went all new, sexy Sherlock on him…

Meow

Can anyone else believe that this guy’s name is actually Benedict Cumberpatch!? Every girl who gave him shit in elementary school must be pounding her head against the wall now.

Anywho, so I got my sexy Cumberpatch on… oh that didn’t sound right… and started gathering evidence to present to Hubby.

Evidence #1

A pack of gum, on Hubby’s desk… WITH ONLY ONE PIECE MISSING!

If I had been the one to leave my gum on the floor, wouldn’t there be TWO pieces missing!?!?… interesting.

Evidence #2

A single wrapper… NEXT to Hubby’s X-Box controller, which I’m not allowed to touch after the unfortunate soda drop incident of 2011… very interesting.

I emailed all the evidence to Hubby, he has yet to reply, obviously guilt has left him speechless.

Another case solved by sexy Cumberpatch!… ya I’m gonna stop saying that.