Aspirations

When I was little, I wanted to be Harriett the Spy. In fact, I used to hide in my hall closet behind all the coats and just listen to the commotion going on in the kitchen. Or I would hide behind the couch and watch my brother and sisters doing their homework through the mirror above the piano. I would even spell words for my brother when my mom was quizzing him. I can remember getting on the upstairs line as quietly as possible to listen to my sister's phone conversations, even though I had no idea what they were talking about. I listened to each and every one of the serious talks my parents had with whoever the troubled teen at the time was, by laying down next to the banister at the top of the steps. I observed, listened, and sponged all possible going ons in the Williams zone growing up. Nowadays, I feel like I keep pretty close tabs on "what's going on" with everybody...and everybody knows that if they are getting a call from me, I will have at least a little tidbit of gossip to dish. I don't know how this will effect my future, but I'm pretty sure being a sneaky little bitch is ingrained in my DNA by now. I wonder if I can find a job in the DETECTIVE field?!