Yesterday, I was putting my hair back, and I realized I held a scrunchy (real name: Scunci) in my hand. I don’t own scrunchies. I’ve never purchased a scrunchy in my life. How did I come by this scrunchy?
After some thought, the answer: Lynne. We became friends at age twelve, and she always had cooler stuff than I did. Apparently, when I reached adulthood, I began to just blatantly steal from her. Not even cool stuff! Stuff I could have bought myself! Scrunchy! But it’s more fun to take hers.
Just two of many pairs of socks I’ve “borrowed” over the years. A plastic bowl which Lynne doesn’t even remember was once hers because I’ve had it so long (it’s one of our favorite popcorn bowls). A piece of Tupperware (she vows I’ve stolen more Tupperware than this, but it’s the only one I know is hers) that I like because of its shape and size. And of course, the mystery hair scrunchy.
I have no shame. I’m not sure I would have me as a friend.
Next week: A list of Lynne’s things that I’ve broken. (Kidding. LJ doesn’t provide enough space for that.)
How do you mistreat YOUR friends?
I seriously was thinking about whether I have stolen anything from friends, and really the only thing I do is clean their house. I use to go to Edie’s house, which was nasty dirty, and first thing, I would clean it. Totally. Showers included. I do this at every friend’s house I have been to. I can’t help it. Even if it’s not real dirty or even spotless, I just clean, organize and that’s it. I also like cooking at other people’s homes, so I do that too.
I do look in the medicine cabinets too, though. Mostly to see if they have antifungal foot cream. lol
Oh and I always check out what books they have.
You know what that photo is called? “Inventory.” Now she knows exactly what to look for the next time she comes over. Oh yeah…that’s the last time you’ll see THAT stuff!
I didn’t put anything in the photo that she doesn’t already know about. I’m not crazy! Just a thief.
Plus–she’d have to find it first. I need to invite Shannon over so everything will get organized. And cleaned. Shannon and Lindsey can fight me for kitchen rights, though.
oh if Lindsey cooks, I will totally help her instead of being in charge of anything. And drink some wine. While watching. 🙂 And eating…
unless of course, you mean YOU will cook…then that is great too. I will clean the house, while you cook.
I wonder what Lindsey will do while you clean and I cook?
You guys are welcome to come to my house anytime.
Ha! You’re so devious!
…Rock silently in the corner whilst cataloging the bumps on your ceiling.
If she EVER lets me anywhere near her kitchen you must immediately buy a plane ticket for this to go down… because it means that Becky is ill… very, very ill… and it will never happen again.
If Becky were truly ill, I would be on a plane in a heart beat!
But I don’t think she’s letting either of us near her kitchen. We should all three cook together some time. That would be an event for people to come visit from all over!
Better make sure that kitchen is large. Very large.
hahahaa true, very true!
I just steal hearts
Now, where could my glass pie dish be?
Hush, you.
That is way to few items… I’m sure there are more you just don’t want to show them. Or your “35 year old” memory is failing you.
Now about the things you’ve broken… Pictures to follow.
Tim, does she hide my stuff in the apartment when i come over?
If y’all are cooking, I’m joining in.