*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.