I’ll pass on the carrots.

*This is really gross.

As long as I’ve been with my husband, 19 years, he always has a big bowl of baby carrots whenever we have pizza.

Fine, no biggie, right?

CRUNCH, CRUNCH, CRUNCH, motherfucking CRUNCH!

It’s one of those teeny tiny relationship things that doesn’t seem like a big deal but drives me up the wall after all of these years. Crunch, crunch, crunch is what I hear for what feels like forever.

While we were having pizza the other night, the hummingbird was chewing a carrot and started gagging. The closest thing to me was the big bowl of carrots, filled to the brim.

Gross Alert… she puked in the carrot bowl.

After she finished, my first thought was YES, there go the carrots!!

Yay, I didn’t have to hear that carrot crunch for once!

Thank you, my pukey 4 year-old. Thank you.

*Somewhat Damaged

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3 Responses to I’ll pass on the carrots.

  1. Athena March 27, 2014 at 23:07 #

    Wow. That’s both gross and relatable.

    • holly chavez April 10, 2014 at 17:52 #

      Ok. Someone has just written my friggen angst I’ve felt for 7 years. Why do men have to make mouth noises. That’s sooo gross!

  2. Christa March 28, 2014 at 21:30 #

    You and my dad, omg. He gets all crazy when people crunch and has literally banned Grape Nuts in his house!
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