Lol...I'd rather eat it than inhale it of course, but on this occasion that choice was not afforded me. 😀
not had the pleasure of watching that happen to any of them
You're sick and twisted but...Me likey. 😆
So, where was my mum? Well, we grew up in a very large 1902-built homestead on land so us kids were able to get up to all sorts of shenanigans with [mostly] mum not hearing. Of course, as you say, that spidey-sense mothers have often wins the day. On this occasion we were not discovered, initially, although late during the great peanut butter nose picking of 1982 mum discovered what had occurred. To be honest I can't recall what happened to my older brother, probably nothing considering his favoured status although I wasn't punished...Well, just by the peanut butter in my brain maybe.
Hilarious. You were a risky kid.
Looking back yeah I guess so. It carried forward too, as an adult, I've done some things I should have counted to ten then decided not to...But I don't regret them, some of them have had miraculous results for myself and others. I guess I don't feel comfortable quitting when things get tough. Capitulation is not in my makeup Denise. Never was.
Now? Well, daily I deal with things from my past and daily I rise. But I look on these nutbag things I did as a kid with fond memories and call it, my youth. I've written a few here, most ended in some painful way for me, but I wouldn't change a thing. (Well, maybe one or two things only.)
