Secret From My Past

I am posting this from my sister's house tonight. We just cooked dinner. I thought it was pretty good but my niece made a scary face and gagging sounds, so maybe not. I don't know what my daughter would have thought of it--- she stayed home and snuggled up to a pot pie. When she asked what we were doing for dinner tonight and I told her I was cooking I psychically (is that a word?) FELT her roll her eyes and make a gagging sound.

Sis was off work today cleaning out her garage (what a good girl!!) and came across a box that she hadn't unpacked from her last move about a year ago. Inside it was a whole lot of expired food-- including some items that expired in 2005!
This means that she moved old expired food TWICE!
And I thought I was bad for having an old box of baking powder!

I am helping her come to grips with her tendency to hoard. The last time she moved there were over 50 boxes of jello.

It may be that she suffers from the insecurity of never knowing where your next meal would come from since we spend our early childhood living on the rails in between carnivals.

Thats right. We come from a family of carnival workers. Yeah, Hobo Carnies.

Just now I know what you are thinking..... THAT MAKES SO MUCH SENSE!
Like when you know something if 'off' but you just can't quite figure out why and then this one little puzzle piece just makes everything fall into place.

When my parents decided to retire from the funnel cake booth and move to Lancaster to settle down, they devoted an entire closet to rolls of toilet paper. So I am pretty sure I know where the hoarding thing comes from.
Not me. I like to live on the edge. I am a rebel! I never have more than an extra roll in the house.




Disclaimer:
In case my mom reads this I have to admit that we were not raised hopping trains nor were we carnival workers. But that would make a really interesting story wouldn't it?