Tales From A Spoiled Rotten Brat.

Growing up with two older brothers, I was the baby of the family and the only girl.

Then we adopted my little sister when I was 10, which should have bumped me out of the I'm-The-Little-Princess-So-You-Should-Treat-Me-As-Such stage, 

but alas, that didn't quite happen.

Anyway.

One could say perhaps, just a tiny bit, I was slightly spoiled.

...okay, fine. I was one spoiled son of a biznatch.

I'm not extremely proud of this fact, but it is what it is.

Moving on.

When I wanted something, I'd ask Mom for it.

When she said 'No,' that's where Fasha came in.

Which was always a sure thing with enough "pretty please's" thrown in.

{Spoiled B-R-A-T. I know, I know.}

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One thing I got was the Easy-Bake Oven.

I just had to have it because clearly, I would become a world renowned chef one day.

I think I maybe attempted one brownie that turned out like dog poo, both in taste and looks.

Turns out, I wasn't a cook then and I'm not a cook now. Go figure.

They also got me this rock tumbler thing that I saw once and just had to have.

I was convinced that I could uncover some rare stones with this contraption.

I think I used it once, realized it was supposed to take days or weeks to tumble before a stone would produce, got bored, then left it in its tumbler, sitting in gross water for the rest of its existence.

I didn't have patience then and I don't have patience now.

Then there was that time I knew I could become a professional potter.

I would create unique bowls and vases for everyone to admire, just you wait!

So of course, I had to have the kids pottery clay kit.

And of course, you guessed it, the "vase" turned out to be a lumpy something or other that resembled nothing like that of a vase and more like a deformed ash tray.

Oh, and let's not forget the time when I knew I would be a famous guitarist.

I just had to get that electric guitar, in blue of course, complete with an amp and carrying case!

I begged, I pleaded, I promised it would all pay off!

Then that one Christmas morning, I got my spoiled-brat wish.

There: the guitar of my dreams.

One year later, dreams were forgotten, never to be entertained again.

You know what's funny though?

The one thing I can remember wanting throughout my entire childhood...

The Pink Power Wheels Jeep.

...and would you believe I never got one??

Man, I wanted one of those SO bad!
I could cruise around my neighborhood in style and all those other kids would be so jealous!

But alas, it must have been an executive decision from Mom & Fasha, because little Mishi never got one.

You think it's possible they knew the Asian in me would probably crash that thing within a day?

Yeah...that's what I was thinking too.

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Anyway, that's all.

Clearly, this last week of work is keeping me extremely busy and producing many thought-provoking.......thoughts.

xoxo