I was just finishing up the dishes, and one sink had about two inches of water, polka-dotted with brick-orange grease. Chicken meat floated in the water, clogged the drain. I reached my hand into the water to pop up the drain and as I felt the cool slickness of it embrace my hand, I began to gag. Old dish-gunk-food gets me gagging anyway, but here I was reaching my hand into this evil water and in my mind I couldn't get Jamie's post out of my mind. So here am I, retching over the toilet and thinking to myself what you're probably thinking, "What a pansy."
5 comments:
I just came over here from Jamie's blog. I think your reaction is GOOD AND RIGHT AND JUST. Ewwwww.
Glad I'm not the only one to gag.
Dude,
I am afraid to read Jamie's post. I almost gagged reading about the dish water.
Strong gag reflexers of the world unite! Wait, maybe that's not such a good idea.
Weak stomached people of the world stay where you are and have gentle sympathy for all the others!
Rah!
Yep, pansy did come to mind.
Get a grip Scott! Heaving over some grody, slimy, greasy food...
I'm back. I ran off to retch over the toilet. NOT!
Jaymarie, I am happy to bring laughter to the West Coast. Are you back home yet?
TLP, i just can't help myself sometimes (and thanks for stopping by). I'm just glad the ralphing was a short-lived episode. When I came out of the bathroom, Anna (my weak-stomached daughter) said, "Why were you coughing?" "Coughing" is her term for gagging.
"Just because, Sweetheart," I said. I knew she wouldn't understand, "It's all Jamie Dawn's fault."
Alison, I appreciate your sympathy. I think it's an out-of-whack imagination problem. I wonder how many artists were easy-gaggers? Hmm.
Jamie, I humbly accept the title "pansy." I will try to be of sterner stuff in the future.
It is pretty cool, Anna. Thanks for stopping by.
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