One night over Christmas break, the adults in the family stayed up to play a game. It was one of those "guess-who-in-this-room-wrote-that" games. We had to write the theme song for our life, who we would be if we were a fictional character, and our guilty pleasure, all on seperate sheets of paper. We folded them up, put them in a cup, then had to write down who we thought put what. Whoever got the most right won! Even being the youngest, I definetely was good at this game.
Anyways, we were instructed that our answers could be serious or funny. For guilty pleasure, I put immersing my hand in a barrel of beans. I was being completely serious, but apparently everyone thought I was just trying to be funny. I really do love that feeling though. The beans are cold, and it is really calming feeling through them.
I came home after school the other day and there was this big big bowl of beans!
Without telling my mom (because she normally gets after me for getting in the beans), I washed my hands and stuck them in. AH. Guilty pleasure.
I sent a mass text out to my siblings and hopefully made them... its a good inside joke now. I also admitted it to my mom, and guess what?! She said I could put my hand in them all I want! I know this sounds so dumb, but it really made me happy.
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