The last one-

The last one-

In my house no ones want to be responsible for the last of anything.

No one wants to or ever will take the blame for the using the last of anything around here.

I don't know which is worse.

-realizing the snack that you had your heart set on is gone???

or

-realizing that their is only one spoonful, one handful, one bite, or one last of something.

This is when you face the disappointment of being teased and then frustrated.

This is when your hands are tied.

You can't say, "Who ate all of the ______?" because TECHNICALLY it's not ACTUALLY all gone, but in reality it really is gone.

Here's the tricky part, now that I am coming around to all of these peoples ways of thinking.

(These people being the person I married or the ones we created)

Do you get my drift?

1. If they eat all of a particular snack, leftover, or use the last paper towel then all of us can ask the question.......

"Who ate all of the??? or Who used the last???

As if just knowing who used or ate the last of whatever even matters, but YES that question gets asked when the goods are gone, by everyone else who is in search of whatever it is they are looking for.

But

But

But

If you eat everything, but the last bite of something or use the last whatever of something everyone is innocent and their cannot be a guilty verdict any way, shape, or form.

(This is what I am figuring out about our strange thinking ways)

So with all of this being said. Here is a look into my daily life 365 days a year.

..........and all I wanted was a snack without being the last one to get the blame-See!

This is what I encounter-always..........

See that teeny tiny little corner brownie-

So, I decided to get a snack from the snack pantry.

Yum.......maybe a poptart, perhaps.........

But here's the double wammy-

This is not only the last poptart in the box, but the last poptart.

Oh, my life........

So I spotted the ol' faithful Little Debbie snack cakes and anxiously I instictively grab the rectangular box filled, I'm sure, with the comfort snacks of my childhood to only find disappointment and total frustration.

Tell me that you feel for me as I need your sympathy and understanding of my issues at hand.

Even though their is one of everything left..........

I don't want to be the one known for eating it all.

So I guess I am part of madness, as well.

(Maybe I'll dream about Doritos, because I heard somewhere that "Dream Doritos" are fat free, too, which I guess is the healthier option and I can have as many as I want and eat the last one, because it's my dream!)

Somehow, it all works out, I guess.

Welcome to my life.

Toodle-loo

Nikki Pugh