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Ok, when I put that blue tortilla chip in my mouth, I didn't know it was coated in cayenne powder. I gagged, spat down my shirt, and tossed the chip out the window. Then I spent the next ten minutes coughing, itching my tongue, and spitting discreetly into the fold of cloth around one of the many pockets on my (men's) shorts. Good LORD that was DISGUSTING. Guess I just can't take spicy ... *sigh* how am I going to travel the world if I can't handle cayanne chips?
Soon after that my trip stopped for ice cream, which was WONDERFUL, because black-raspberry (very rare outside of Maine, let me tell ya ...) ice cream was just what I needed to stop the hacking and spitting.
Also, little Nubian goats are the CUTEST thing EVER!
In other news, I must finish a story for my Jane Austen class, which is due TOMORROW and I've never been this unprepared in my LIFE! *freaks* I'm going to finish that Doctor/Master snipit I thought up this morning, and then work on my Regency story ...
Soon after that my trip stopped for ice cream, which was WONDERFUL, because black-raspberry (very rare outside of Maine, let me tell ya ...) ice cream was just what I needed to stop the hacking and spitting.
Also, little Nubian goats are the CUTEST thing EVER!
In other news, I must finish a story for my Jane Austen class, which is due TOMORROW and I've never been this unprepared in my LIFE! *freaks* I'm going to finish that Doctor/Master snipit I thought up this morning, and then work on my Regency story ...
