My cousins will get a kick out of this post/memory.
Recently, talking with a friend in the front seat, I referred to some snacks in my car as my "stash". I didn't realize I had "big ears" listening in the back, but sure enough, my kids starting asking for something out of my stash (I had Twizzlers Nibs candy in my stash -- don't you love nibs?). Over the next few days, I saw increased climbing around in my car which was when I also noticed my stash disappearing.
Today, my youngest was given a little ziploc bag of goldfish crackers. She brought the little bag out to the car. She began talking about how hungry she was, so I told her to eat some crackers. She said, "Oh, these are my stash, I am saving this till we go to Idaho (few weeks away)". She proceeded to stuff them in one of the holders of the car.
Needless to say, her stash didn't last a day :-)
My memory of "stash" includes watching Grandpa walk back to his bedroom to get some candy (pepto bismal candies or circus peanuts). Those were happy days. My next "stash" recollection is sneaking back into Uncle Kenny's stash - whoa - there were nuts and chips. I don't remember actually daring to take any of his stash, but just seeing all of that food . . .
Anyway, here's to hoping you have a stash somewhere. Even as an adult, it is fun to have something secretive that no one knows about.
Brycen has cleaned out my car stash way too many times! He has come in (from I thought playing outside) with signs of stash on his hands cheeks and chewing with a smile.
ReplyDeleteJust monday there was some cookies on the shelf in the pantry, I askednathan where they came from. He said he found them clear up and behind in the pantry. Oops,forgot I stashed those, now stale cooks!
You better believe I have a stash-I panic if I know my stash is gone. It drives Paul crazy because he can't find it... And he can't figure out why I don't just share it.
ReplyDeleteHAHA I love this post! And I loved Grandpa's pink pepto candy stash. I remember keeping my stash (candy from the airplane drop on July 24th) forever. I would save it and save it, and slowly eat like one piece a day so that I would always have my own little stash that was no one elses. That was saying a lot in my house. HAHA You remember my dad's stash? HAHA Oh that is hilarious! We thought he'd get rid of it when they moved into their new house, but don't you worry.....new house, same stash!
ReplyDeleteLoved your comments and I'm glad to know I'm not the only one; Cin - I can't believe your dad still feels a need to have a stash. Does your mom have one too? Ha ha ha
ReplyDeleteI am just smiling and shaking my head. I didn't realize how far back the stash history went! Here I though it was just my family! So, one summer in Barrow, my Mom decided we were all getting too selfish with our stashes (note: yes, we each had our own!) so she declared a "Stash Bash." We all had to buy enough of our favorite stash item to share with the whole family, then we rented Man from Snowy River and Return of MFSR and made ourselves sick on all the goodness. Being boys, my brothers weighed themselves afterword. They had each gained a couple of pounds. Ha Ha! Good times, good times.
ReplyDeleteLinnae -- what an awesome story. If I tell my kids about your stash bash, they'll want to do that all the time. That is so funny.
ReplyDeleteThe problem is -- I don't want my kids' stashes. I just want my own. Mostly, I think I just want my own of anything really.
I love all talk of stashes. Stash. I've got to teach my kids about that. (not that they don't all have a stash and me as well, they just don't know what to call it). I can't believe I'm a Fuller and haven't taught my kids the important things in life.
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