We really are a melancholy household.
For one, Dad brought back, from his trip to Bridgetown, quite a load of chip packets -with chips filling them. While away Dad stayed at our Aunt's house and these chips were salvaged by her husband who drives a garbage truck.
Now upon first seeing the chips, it immediately seemed that the chips would be eaten straight away.
And, if we were any hungrier (or had any less self control) they might not still be seen in our cupboard -and on Lisa's blog you would not see pictures of anyone but young Tammy for some weeks. (If you search your pubescent selves you will soon understand.)
However, we found our heads and at Mother's suggestion we elected to save the chips for our weekend movie snack.
And so on Tuesday evening we ate the insides of half the chip packets over some TV program.
Thursday came and I was satisfied that no wayward hand had torn at either of the two packets we had left.
But of course later that day i was not surprised at hearing a grunt and then having Cherish's full hand thrust under my nose. I took her offering, but i did not think that this was the first time that day that a limb of hers had been dipped into the chip packet.
Ah but I already knew that no good food lasts a day in this house.
Now it is Friday, and this is the tally.
One healthy packet of chips.
And one very sorry devirginised pringle package.
hahaa! We sound so very frugal.
now i see how nicky sees things. those chips were horrible, that is why they were being palmed off on you, i take it.
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