The one where she relives being a Daisy.

Once upon a time, both of my girls were sweet little girl scouts. Oh, how they loved scouting. Especially Lolo…since she had the best leader on the planet.
*Ahem~pointing fingers at myself*

Linds and Lolo @ Lindsay’s bridging ceremony from Daisy to Brownie.
 Several months ago, Linds was cleaning out her closet and came across her old scout vests/tunic. 
(I might add that cleaning her closet was not her idea and threats might have been involved.)
She came out of her room and declared that it still fit. 
I may have wet my yoga pants from laughter.

May have=fo’sho.

I’m thinking that shortly we should sort through her old baby clothes. Stay tuned for that episode of “Does it fit?” 

I feel crusty, oh so crusty.

I keep a pretty tight ship around these parts. A place for everything, everything in it’s place. Crapola is not allowed to collect in any part of the house. It helps me to sleep and stay somewhat sane knowing things are {mostly} in order.

Who said control freak? I heard that….

But you know, sometimes, something will slip by me. Something can sit in one place for so long, that it becomes part of the norm.

And in our pantry, this became the norm.

This pre made crusty crust sat in the pantry.

It became the home for the extra soy sauce packets and fortune cookies.
It housed those packets and fortune cookies for some time.
Recently, I noticed the soy sauce packets and the fortune cookies were becoming too bountiful. Too much.
I could not take it any longer. {I don’t even like take-out chinese food!}

So, I did what any somewhat sane neurotic person would do.
I threw the soy sauce and the fortune cookies across the kitchen towards the garbage can.

{Sadly, I could neither recycle or compost them.}

Whew, I felt better. The world was back in order.

Then I thought: “I don’t even like graham cracker crusts. Who even bought this?” 

I considered keeping it, just in case.
Then, I checked the use by date, just in case.
I gasped loudly.

Yes, that says Better if used before October 10, 2008!

Apparently, my neurosis is slipping…cause this baby sat for more years than I like to admit.
As it turns out, this was near the time that I started blogging too.

A coincidence?

Me thinks NO.