So there I am, having a jolly conversation with my peers about offensive driving tactics and fire fighting when some bozo interjects with, “My World of Warcraft battle-ya-whatever won the fight ma-do-hicky because we called in three sets of reinforcements.”
……Long awkward silence…..
Really? Are you really going to interrupt a conversation about cars and fire with news of your World of Warcraft victory-by-assist? What the hell is wrong with you people?
~Mr.
I’ve heard terrible rumors that women who are pregnant frequently find that foods taste different.
Well, it’s true.
Oatmeal, once my morning staple, officially tastes like…chemical. It’s disturbing. What’s worse is that I loved oatmeal so much for it’s filling nutritiousness, something I could really use right now. But, I’m over it.
So far, oatmeal is the only food I’ve found which actually tastes different. And, while all those things that I’ve heard about changing tastes may have prepared me for the loss of my breakfast stand-by, they never mentioned anything about the strangeness that I’m experiencing. There are other foods. Other foods that taste normal but not the same.
To put it bluntly….
Red grapes taste like Christmas, and microwave popcorn with shredded cheddar tastes like The Coachella Music Festival.
I can’t explain it and Mr. seems certain I’ve gone nuts. The first time I told him my grapes tasted like Christmas he looked at me like, “do I need to take you to the hospital?” A look I know well. And maybe he should have. Maybe this is a bad sign, and in a few weeks he’ll come home to find me outside, scarfing down yellow snow, telling passers-by that “it tastes just like birthdays!”
If the Beastie Boys released a children’s book it should most certainly be just like this.
~Mrs.
