Confessions of a Food Hoarder

I hoard food. I was always hungry as a child, not at home, but when we were out or I was at a friends house, so I keep lots of food in my purse. Eventually that food makes it to the box where I keep my receipts or worse stays in old handbags or gets shuffled into a box or bag in the attic.

This must be why Despereaux and his brethren moved into my house last month. I apparently keep a very hospitable house for a small family of field mice. I think I found the last hiding place for my food stores this morning (a box in my closet). There was a small package of grits and a couple of pieces of Christmas candy (from last year!). The mice had come and taken and moved on. (We got rid of the family- and the hidden food- a few weeks ago since we discovered they had been living on the much more plentiful food stores in the attic.)

Yuck, yuck, and double yuck! Right now I have several pieces of candy and a granola bar in my purse. I am making my first new year's resolution. To clean out my purse regularly and not to keep food anywhere but in the kitchen. Thankfully the mice never made it there...