We woke this morning to find Santa had texted a message for my daughter! *
*Achieved by changing the name and pic next to my own number in my phone contacts and then sending a text to myself.
Now I am no big drinker by any means but I was down to the last beer in my fridge and I was looking forward to it. Tinker thought it would be funny to drink my last beer for me, the hairy little twerp.
My daughter actually cried at this one – she thought it meant Tinker was going home early!
We came down this morning to find a ransom note for me and a letter containing instructions for my daughter. Unless I completed all the challenges in the letter I could not find out where Tinker had hidden my security fob for work…