We’re nuts
The other day I was walking out the door to run some errands when I remembered that I needed to replenish my car snacks. NEEDED TO. Lord help us all, especially those in traffic with me if I’m on the road and hungry.
I went into the pantry for my car nuts only to realize that we are nut hoarders. Well, not a pantry per se but a snack/cracker/nut hoarding holding drawer.
*My name is Suzanne, and I’m a nut hoarder*
I was astonished to find 15 bags.
15. Plus, of course, peaNUT butter.
And that doesn’t include my container of baking nuts, we must keep those nuts separate.
I giggled when I found deep in the hoarding drawer a few bags of peanuts from SW Airlines (we haven’t flown that airline in at least 4 years and I hope to never again) and two nut packs that came with Chic Fil A’ salads.
I’m like a damn squirrel preparing for end times with all my nut hiding hoarding.
ArraNuts
Ok, this is off topic, but still nutty.
My Mom’s Dad, G’pa Sullivan, who I refer to as my grumpy grandpa had a few favorite sayings. He was essentially a little nutty, but of course, everyone has a few nuts in the family.
His go to phrase was “oh nuts” but with his weird Pennsylvania/Jersey accent and possibly all.the.beer it came out arra nuts.
One year when I was around 13, he was living with my Aunt and Uncle and we spent quite a bit of time together. My brother Mark, four years older than I and four years ahead in sarcasm, decided for Grandpas birthday we would bake him a cake.
We decorated the top of it with whole walnuts lining the outside edge and on the center, we spelled out in nuts: “Arra nuts.”
There is a photo somewhere at my Aunts house of the evidence. I honestly wish I could remember what my G’pa had to say about the cake…or if he even got it. But, damn, we are a sassy family.
So, this post was about my hoarding issues and that my family might be nuts.
Anything you care to share about your hoarding or nutty family members? Sharing is caring and it’s cheaper to do it here than in the therapist’s office.
XOXO
