Since the beginning of this whole pregnancy thing, I've been talking to my younger sister, who has had her share of crappy boyfriends and got pregnant with a slacker boyfriend, therefore preparing my mother for the disappointment of daughters who can't seem to do things in the appropriate, neighbor aproved, order. (Yeah, I'm knocked up, at least I know who the father is, unlike those bitches on Maury, which by the way is so incredibly sad and I can't even imagine what would motivate a person to do that on tv.)
This is the day of run-on sentences.
Aaanyway, we talk on the phone nearly every day now which is something that rarely happened even when we shared a bedroom. (Or maybe because we shared a bedroom) We have talked about everything under the sun and something came up the other day that I wanted to share.
I thought there was something living in our closet that stole toys when I was little. Things disappeared and I never saw them again and I was convinced that some sort of troll or gnome or something equally scary lived in our closet and ate toys. I was actually afraid of the closet, but never told my parents. No joke. I had a pretty vivid imagination as a child, but I had completely forgotten about the toy eating gnome until my sister and I were discussing some of the toys I bought for my nephew, just for the sole purpose of annoying the crap out of my sister. (yeah, I'm that kind of aunt) She admitted that if her son receives a toy that breaks or if he loses pieces to a game that is then unplayable, she will throw it away. (Holy crap, that's what mom did!) All this time, in the back of my mind, there lived a scary gnome that ate toys like dryers gnomes eat socks, when in really it was just my mom! (Or was it?)