While providing a cooking lesson to Taterbug on how to make mac and cheese fresh from the box, I had a flashback to my childhood. No, this flashback was not caused by any drug nor was it due to a traumatic event - sorry to burst your bubble. It was simply based on something that still cracks me up to this day. The triggering of this little memory was caused by me spilling the entire package of powdered cheese on the counter but primarily on hubby's laptop. Don't ask me why he feels the need to store his laptop on the kitchen counter, right next to the stove where I re-heat the best pre-frozen home-cooked meals. Hubby is a junk stacker, but that will be explained another day...

As a child, a special person in my life had - what I like to refer to as - a fascination with powder. Baby powder, deodorant powder, as long as it was white and legal he was in for it. Each morning before work, he would hit the bathroom only to leave the next occupant with about an inch deep of the velvetly fresh-packed stuff. I have no idea where he would eventually place the powder and what particular parts of his body benefitted from the white mess, but he ending up smelling like a fresh baby's butt everyday which is not necessarily a bad thing. The powder usage also appeared to be very seasonal in that you noticed heavier "drifts" during the warm summer months than you did during the cold winter months. You seriously could not walk through the bathroom in any sort of dark clothing unless you wanted to look like a cocaine packager and/or dealer.

My brother and I still give this person crap over his powder usage even though he's heavily curtailed his abuse and has actually rang in the 21st century with the usage of liquid deodorant. You can now safely wear dark colors in the bathroom without the fear of looking like you partied with Bobby Brown or Amy Winehouse. It is a bummer though, because I can no longer send the kiddos into the bathroom to make beautiful snow angels and limp snow men. It was one more thing to keep them busy, so I could be lazy just a little bit longer.

It's nice to have memories like this because to this day, it still brings a smile to my face and a sneeze in my heart.