Calling Gloria

As it's hurricane season, it's only fitting I share a story about Hurricane Gloria. Long Islanders will recall Hurricane Gloria as the bad-ass storm front that whipped island dwellers into a frothy mix for a few days back in the 80s.

I was just a pre-teen when it all went down, and (without going into gory detail) was experiencing one of my first "times of the month."

Some time during the storm, I ran out of what I needed to get by. So, when the eye of the storm was upon us, my dad and I rushed out to the local 7-11. When we parked, I told my dad I was too embarrassed to go in and buy what I needed.

Now, while he was not jumping for joy -- he bucked up like a good soldier and came to my rescue. Ahh, what fathers won't do for their daughters.

The mouth wants what it wants...

So, Mom breaks into a bag of cheese-flavored corn puffs and makes the following declaration:

Mom: I don't even like these. They have a bitter taste.

Grabs another handful and continues to chomp, chomp, chomp...

Me: So, why are you eating them?
Mom: I dunno. My mouth wants to eat.

Not "Because I'm hungry." Not "Because I'm in the mood for something crunchy." Nope. Because "my mouth wants to eat." Priceless.