Oh, trust me, I know...

My tummy wants some rice, suddenly. o.o;

My tummy wants cheese and crackers... Except I'm not sure we have any cheese to put on said crackers... or even crackers really... And I can hear my dad downstairs doing stuff in the kitchen so I don't really want to go down and look. :(

It's like you're afraid of your daddy. XD; *giggles*

*pause*

You aren't, are you? o.o;

No, no. Not at all. XD

I just don't like to get in his way. He sounds like he's cooking up a storm. And I always scare him when I go downstairs since he's listening to his MP3 player most likely. It's like he doesn't expect anyone else to be in the house.

Okay, good. XD I never understood why you hated going down there when he is. Although I do avoid going downstairs in general when Gary's home. Huh...

XD I don't like to feel rushed when I'm putting together a snack for myself. I'd rather do it in privacy, I guess.

I can understand that, too. ^_^

Hmmm... >> I think he's about done. It's gotten quiet downstairs.

Good luck Britti

Thanks a lot, Felinea! :/