Mold And Mashers

I'm like my Dad in the way of, if I get too hungry, I start to get weird and can't concentrate. Since I know this about myself, I went into the kitchen at work to get some bread to make toast. I hadn't been shopping in weeks so my food supply is very scarce, making every day a battle to survive. I pulled the remaining bread out of the cupboard and realized that there was a huge mold spot on the bottom. I tossed it and thought to myself, when was the last time I had a piece? Had the mold already been there? I tried to keep myself from barfing. 

Desperate for food, I surveyed the kitchen for possible alternatives... and I found my answer. A large, 4 layer chocolate cake sat on the counter with a heavenly glow about it, bu now after a way too large slice, I'm really regretting the decision.

Here's a silly story for you. Last night we had a family Christmas party for my Dad's side of the family. There were probably around 200-275 people there so it was decent sized. The party started at 6 and I was still at work at about 5:30, so instead of going home to change then come back, I decided to ask Rich to bring me some clothes when he comes with my Aunt to the party so I could just change there. He agreed and I guided him over the phone to specific pants and shoes I wanted (which were both on the floor, right where I left them*). I stopped and the told him, "Now Rich, I'm going to need some socks, but I keep my socks in my underwear drawer." He accepted the challenge and started rifling through the drawer, making silly comments as I listened on the other line. He just finished joking about if he would be caught in the act, when my Aunt walked past my room and saw him elbow deep in panties. She laughed and (jokingly) accused him of being a masher**. 

This morning, (after a night of sleeping in separate bedrooms), Rich heard my alarm from the other side of the wall. I usually sleep through this alarm so he was kind enough to come in and wake me up so I wouldn't be late for work. After I got up and started heading to the bathroom and Rich back to his bed, my Aunt walks by and sees us both leaving my room, bleary eyed and still in our pjs. Bad timing once again, making for a long day of convincing her of our innocence. Poor Rich is starting to look like some kind of creeper. :)

It made for an interesting story.

* For some reason I am a messy person (in my room) but I find it much easier to locate things when I make the mess. Like, "Oh yeah, I wore those pants yesterday and I threw them under my pillow for extra support. Yep. Right where I put them."

**"Masher": noun Slang .a man who makes advances, especially to women he does not know, with a view to physical intimacy.

This is now a word commonly used at our house.

Have a lovely day.