If I am repaired, can we meet again for the first time, in all of the places I have feared to go, and then, again, in all of the places I will have forgotten, if I am repaired?




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Here is the desk drawer in which all of my odds and ends are kept, tidbits that would otherwise never see the light of day.











Wednesday, August 1, 2012

On Spewing Chunks



So I found myself in bed again late last night with the remnants of a box of Kashi, Go-Lean Crunch, sort of a Granola meets Cracker Jacks—in a soy laden, peanutless kind of way—breakfast cereal. By remnants I mean a couple handfuls. I had fished out the choicer clusters and dusted my bed and bare chest with piddley nibbets and a fine, sticky powder, when it occurred to me that rather than reaching into the bag with my hand, more fork than spoon, I could simply remove the bag from the box and upend its contents into my mouth.

     Genius.

     Out comes the bag. I draw both ends tight to make the perfect chute and in the darkness, tilt.

     How the contents missed my tongue, I have no idea. But it did, making a clean leap directly into my esophagus. Rest assured, if not my brain, my gag reflex is in fine working order. Gawd. What a mess.

     Word to the wise.

7 comments:

  1. Glad you survived to tell the story... Hilarious!!!

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  2. LMBO!!!

    That indeed IS spewing chunks!!!!

    :oD

    ~shoes~

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  3. Where's a camera when you need one|!! I'd loved to have seen that!

    ps......I often have bits of food in my hair....!

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  4. Haha; awww...I'm sorry, Steven :P

    Glad you're okay!

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  5. a moment of clarity - for you, yes, but mostly for you. i can see you now!

    xo
    erin

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  6. don't you just hate when that happens... lol! but what am I laughing at when i know i have done some really lame stuff myself.

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