Funny thing Elise said to me today...
Nov. 27th, 2006 01:37 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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I told her she could have an Andes mint I'd bought for me, but only after her dinner. (And then I passed her a wrapped bit of air first - because I'm mean that way. She did get her mint, two mints, and a handful for tomorrow. She did ask, I just was disinclined to share more than that.)
And I put them on a windowsill for one reason or another. So she tells me "I know where you hide things now, I can just go get them."
Ha. Haha. Hahahahahahaha! HA!
Okay, lemme explain something to all of youse. I was the queen of hiding stuff, especially food, when I was 13. I don't know why, I just prefered to cache my stuff away.
I hid things under both porches, and on top of the fake shelf under our back porch roof, and on windowsills and little ledges above the doors in our house. I stuck food on top of the beams in the attic and basement. I hid stuff in drawers, and under other food in the fridge, and behind stuff in closets. Snacks went behind the radiator, and in little eaves under the table, and under the bathtub.
To this day, my family has no idea where most of my stash-spots were. I don't remember where most of them were, though I'm sure it'd spring to mind if needed.
Elise has no idea what she's talking about, and I found that highly amusing, though I didn't tell her why. No need to give her ideas, she can find her own places.
Now, here's the question, and if you can give me a good answer you'll get some candy corn I've got lying about. (I got it for Jazzy, but I don't know if she's still not tried it. It's fresh this year, anyway.)
Ready? Here goes:
Why on earth did I feel compelled to hide food all over my house? I wasn't starved, or malnourished, or abused in any way I can possibly recall or imagine. So what was up with this?
And I put them on a windowsill for one reason or another. So she tells me "I know where you hide things now, I can just go get them."
Ha. Haha. Hahahahahahaha! HA!
Okay, lemme explain something to all of youse. I was the queen of hiding stuff, especially food, when I was 13. I don't know why, I just prefered to cache my stuff away.
I hid things under both porches, and on top of the fake shelf under our back porch roof, and on windowsills and little ledges above the doors in our house. I stuck food on top of the beams in the attic and basement. I hid stuff in drawers, and under other food in the fridge, and behind stuff in closets. Snacks went behind the radiator, and in little eaves under the table, and under the bathtub.
To this day, my family has no idea where most of my stash-spots were. I don't remember where most of them were, though I'm sure it'd spring to mind if needed.
Elise has no idea what she's talking about, and I found that highly amusing, though I didn't tell her why. No need to give her ideas, she can find her own places.
Now, here's the question, and if you can give me a good answer you'll get some candy corn I've got lying about. (I got it for Jazzy, but I don't know if she's still not tried it. It's fresh this year, anyway.)
Ready? Here goes:
Why on earth did I feel compelled to hide food all over my house? I wasn't starved, or malnourished, or abused in any way I can possibly recall or imagine. So what was up with this?
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Date: 2006-11-27 06:59 am (UTC)I never stole anything. Once I accidentally left a store with a bag of hot cheese popcorn without paying for it, it was very crowded, and a block away I realized I still had the quarter, so I had to go back and leave it at the counter.
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Date: 2006-11-27 07:02 am (UTC)