Just one more reason why I wouldn't want me as a little sister.
oes nooooooooes! by wotthe7734
I see no difference between the words "comfort" and "food." Food is comfort for me. When I'm stressed out I'll eat just about anything. I've eaten candy I don't like, just because it was candy and I was having a sugar attack.
But the one thing that I back to time and again is cereal, especially Cheerios. I can't even imagine how many boxes of Cheerios I've eaten in my lifetime.
Here's a story that should be too disgusting and embarrassing to share, but I am going to anyway.
Growing up, my brother always ate raisin bran and I always ate Cheerios. I've never liked raisins (why take a perfectly good grape and make it all not perfectly good?). But I've always had a sweet tooth.
I remember one day when I was 5 or 6, wanting something sweet, but couldn't find anything. I remembered that the raisins in Roger's raisin bran were sugar coated (do you see where this is going? yeah, it's not good).
So being the disgusting little kid that I was, I picked out all the raisins, licked off the sugar and ... yep, put them back in the box.
3 comments:
I have nothing to say... Well I do, but I don't want to make all your internet stalkers ruin their keyboards.
Have a nice day, sissy.
So Robin... where's the disgusting part? Such behavior is SOP in our house.
Tom, tell that to my brother (who commented above) as he's more than a little disgusted with me.
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