Bubble wrap therapy
When I was little, maybe 5-7 ish, every time I went to my grandfathers furniture store I would head over to the main desk and ask Jackie if there was any bubble wrap. I did this every time. Between that and asking Joe if he could sneak me a soda while he filled Big Daddy's soda machine. After a while, they hid the bubble wrap because I knew where they put it. Under the counter by the register. And I would pop it all up. Now that I am an adult and almost all of my children are out of my house and the youngest is at school. I can pop all the bubble wrap that I want. I don't have to share it with anyone. Brinkley, who is not afraid of a 100, or more, pound deer, is hiding from me because I am popping tiny bubbles. Why does is seem so therapeutic to pop little plastic sheets of bubbles? As kids we would sit in an area of my grandparents store that had all the tv sets, and we would tune them all in to cartoons and lay on the floor until the...