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RE: The Perfect Shitstorm

in #tronbegone5 years ago

This question truly made me LOL.

For most of my life, I have loved, nice, delicious, plump, sweet grapes.

Now, at seven months pregnant, there is something about sour fruits (including grapes) that grapples me. It is kind of funny.

Of course, I know what you are referring too, but it just made me laugh that this whole pregnancy, grapes that kind of hurt your teeth, make you pucker, and make you squirm a little have been... enjoyable.

I wonder what that says about me... eh.

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For folks that have been there, or nearby, it means you're pregnant. My ex was slightly pregnant (~10 months in. Yeah, I know) and sent me to the store for a specific ice cream flavor.

When I got there, that flavor wasn't available, so I got something similar.

When I got home, within minutes I fled back to the safety of the store, where I sought and found the manager of the Fred Meyer's, who upon hearing my sad and desperate tale gave me a tub of ice cream of my choice.

The pity in his eyes was palpable.

Edit: I think I survived with the free ice cream by adding a jug of dill pickles to the order.

Hahaha. Never have craved pickles. But, plums dried in salt. Mmmmmm.