Why am I in the cabinet? LOL
1974. I am willingly sitting in the cabinet. Under the stove, from the looks of it. I think this is where the Cheetos were kept.
This is my favorite place to sit. Hide. Eat. Play.
Some days I wish I could go back there and shut the door.
How could anyone be mean to little ol’ Me?
Plastic lids and drooling kids.
Baby blues and blondie ‘dos.
Slack-jawed, already flawed.
Only 1 year. How’d I get here?
Shut the door, please!