Dear Blog,(Sounds like an opening for a letter to Playboy I once read when I was a young teenager.)
I never thought this would happen to me.
A poor boy from a northern part of a city in southern CA.
Well, this morning, in fact about 30 minutes ago, I decided I wanted some pickles to much on while I was working.
I opened a jar of homemade pickles, drained off about half the brine so that it wouldn't spill easily when I brought it into my office.
Well, I had a mouth full, chewing on my first pickle.
The juice decided to tickle my throat and cause me to cough.
Well, I sprayed the ENTIRE pickle ALL OVER my desk:
- monitors
- keyboard
- papers
- notebook
- phone
- ETC
I'm still finding pickle "treasures".
Just now, I found another seed on my notebook in front of me.
Well, I guess that'll teach you to try eating in front of the computer...
NAH!
I'm eating ice cream now...
At least I have a bowl to cough it back into.
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