I love cinnamon gum. Cinnamon gum does not love me back. I know this, yet every once in a while I cave into the love of it and buy a pack, thinking that surely one piece will be all right. I’ll just put the rest in my desk drawer, and a week from now I can chew another piece.
One piece. My freaking tongue is now on fire. One piece of cinnamon gum and I burned my damned tongue, and now brushing my teeth hurts like a mother, and if I eat anything hot… It.Will.Hurt.
What sucks the most is that when I had the pack of gum in my hand at the checkout the Spouse Thingy asked if I really wanted to do that. “You know what will happen.”
One damned piece.
I freaking hate it when he’s right.
6 comments:
I guess you must "hate it" all the time.
Runs and hides!
That is a sever reaction!
What if you ate half a piece?
Or a quarter?
Or, just licked it?
Remember red hots from when we were kids? I loved those things. Or those square, super-hot cinnamon pops--man, those would make the top of my head explode....
I'm addicted to Jolly Rancher hot cinnamon. t doesn't hurt me though.
I'm like that with cookies. I love 'em but the dustiness of the crumbs sets the acid racing in my tummy. So I get reminders of cookie-munching for a while after the deed is done.
But, after thinking about it and given the choice :
GIEF COOKEEZ !
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