Prior to our wedding, I had lived on my own for five years. I spent five glorious years without a roommate, aside from a cat. I knew what was mine and where it was. If there was a mess, I only had myself to blame. No one ate my food unless I invited them over to my place and cooked for them. I watched what I wanted to watch on the TV.
My, how times have changed.
At various times, I have attempted to keep a vestige of items that are mine only and not for general community use. These are feeble attempts. These items are things I don’t think anyone else would be interested in anyway. For example, my Diet Dr. Pepper. No one else drinks diet soda. It is generally safe. Unless, of course, I have set one in the freezer to be the perfect amount of frosty when the kids are in bed to enjoy winding down a long day. In which case, it will end up missing. I live in a house of carnivores, and I’m nearly vegetarian. I can buy and stock beef, chicken, turkey bacon, regular bacon, and hot dogs, and someone will still sneak and eat my veggie burgers.
The most humorous similar occurrence took place around our dinner table on Sunday evening. As I was reaching over to place the pitcher of water on the table, my nose caught a whiff of a familiar scent.
“Is that my honeysuckle lotion? Is that MY HONEYSUCKLE, discontinued, they don’t even make that scent anymore, last bottle and deeply treasured by ME and has been missing for two weeks lotion?” I asked my 17 year old stepson.
His face gave him away, and he apologized. He said his skin felt dry. I reminded him I had a few other unscented, and thus more manly, options.
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