Teh Munchies
There's never anything to eat anymore. Before, I used to have so much food it's a wonder I ever managed to eat it all (I think a few of those left overs actually rotted and disintegrated in the fridge before I got to them).
But now...
Sure, I still get my 3 square meals and all that jazz. Maybe an apple after dinner or something. But during that waiting period between 11.00am and 5.00pm (lunch and dinner), and 5.30pm and 10.30pm (dinner and beddy-bye) I have absolutely nothing to munch on; whatever left overs we have from lunch or dinner are completely gone by the time lunch and dinner finish and nothing can stay in our fridge long enough to survive the night (this answers the question "why do you sleep with your potato chips under your pillow Martha?").
I just recently went outside to check if there was still some chicken noodle soup leftover from lunch (no, I am not sick) and found, to my horror, the large pot empty. THE LARGE POT WAS EMPTY.
Y'see, our maid has this mother-syndrome-problem-thing. She has to feed us like we're her starving, half-dead children (or grandchildren if the term "mother hen" isn't strong enough) and thus, she usually cooks enough food to feed an army (of the living dead no less). Earlier this afternoon, there was a large pot of chicken noodle soup. But now there isn't.
Because while our maid needs to cook and cook and cook (even when I'm the only one eating at home) my brother needs to eat and eat and eat. Yeah, he ate that weird thing at the back of the fridge too (I think).
I'm eating peanut butter right now. With a spoon.
'cause something's gotta tide me over until dinner. ><|||
(ok, confession time... I didn't write this out of frustration or hunger--although there IS a lot of both of those things right now--but because I was bored. BORED. BORED. And I finished my Headline thing already. ~_~)
But now...
Sure, I still get my 3 square meals and all that jazz. Maybe an apple after dinner or something. But during that waiting period between 11.00am and 5.00pm (lunch and dinner), and 5.30pm and 10.30pm (dinner and beddy-bye) I have absolutely nothing to munch on; whatever left overs we have from lunch or dinner are completely gone by the time lunch and dinner finish and nothing can stay in our fridge long enough to survive the night (this answers the question "why do you sleep with your potato chips under your pillow Martha?").
I just recently went outside to check if there was still some chicken noodle soup leftover from lunch (no, I am not sick) and found, to my horror, the large pot empty. THE LARGE POT WAS EMPTY.
Y'see, our maid has this mother-syndrome-problem-thing. She has to feed us like we're her starving, half-dead children (or grandchildren if the term "mother hen" isn't strong enough) and thus, she usually cooks enough food to feed an army (of the living dead no less). Earlier this afternoon, there was a large pot of chicken noodle soup. But now there isn't.
Because while our maid needs to cook and cook and cook (even when I'm the only one eating at home) my brother needs to eat and eat and eat. Yeah, he ate that weird thing at the back of the fridge too (I think).
I'm eating peanut butter right now. With a spoon.
'cause something's gotta tide me over until dinner. ><|||
(ok, confession time... I didn't write this out of frustration or hunger--although there IS a lot of both of those things right now--but because I was bored. BORED. BORED. And I finished my Headline thing already. ~_~)