As I sit here watching my beautiful little angel puff attempting to eat his Disney pasta and peas, I can’t help but reminisce of a specific moment in my life. It was right after my wisdom teeth had been taken out. I was attempting to feed myself some Kraft Mac and Cheese (THE BEST PASTA IN A BOX EVER), but was so discombobulated that I couldn’t find my mouth. It was so frustrating. I was starving and all I wanted more than anything in the world was the delicious, orange, mushy-ness in my pie hole. Instead, I stabbed my cheeks repeatedly with four tiny knives like a drunken idiot. Continue reading
It was my first job ever. I didn’t even apply for it. A few days before my first day of high school, I was informed of my new position at Eldercare Pharmacy. I was to work there after school until 5:30pm. I was excited. I’m not sure why. We hadn’t even discussed that I would get a job in high school. I guess my parents just thought I should. Alright, then.
As usual, I hadn’t eaten a thing. I never woke up in time to eat anything, and I refused to eat the nastiness they served for lunch at school. No, not even the rubbery pizza with plastic cheese could tempt my palate. Someone once pointed out to me that I could pack a lunch. What? Like, plan ahead? When? The night before? Are you kidding me? Nope. Another option would have been bringing money to school for the vending machine, but I didn’t have a job, yet, so…. Continue reading