What blows my mind the most is how slowly this crept up. You all may not remember when I first moved here but I really didn't think stuff like this would happen. And it didn't in the beginning. I'm just noticing it in the last 2-3 months. It started with the day I opened the peanut butter and it was almost empty. I thought WTF, I just bought this! Then I saw her making the snack things with my peanut butter and the light bulb went off. I got a new jar just a few weeks ago, put it in the cabinet thinking surely it was just that one time. Nope. If it goes in the cabinet I guess it's hers now. I've already started storing other dry goods in my room. This week is the first time I noticed the butter disappearing. I mean, I almost feel like she's eating spoonfuls of butter when I'm not around.  I'm so freaking pissed about this. I'm not stingey. If I order food I'll offer to pick up something for her too. But geeze, I didn't think she was eating my damn food.  She's got a new list going right now. Jokes on her though because I'm leaving for a week on Sunday and I'm not going grocery shopping before then. She's going to buy whatever she's putting on that list. And when I get back I'll be storing what I can in my room.