Current mood: a mite peckish
Unless I have an actual craving, I've always had a difficult time deciding what to eat. I am one of those cupboard and refrigerator lingerers. I like to open the door and admire my stockpiling handiwork, taking in all the possibilities as I contemplate what I can make/snatch/shove into my face. It drove my mother crazy and to this day, as I do my fridge dance, I can hear her shouting in my mind's ear to "close that door before ALL THE FOOD IS SPOILED. SPOILED!!!!." Do we ever really outgrow that bratty "nah nah nah nah nah" feeling? Some days I really love being an "adult." Ugh, some day verrrry soon I'm going to have to take the air quotes off that. As if the air quotes themselves don't give away my age...
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