Yay! I finally (mostly) finished my commission--aren't you proud of me?
Oh. Okay. I can live with that. I'M proud of myself, and that's all that matters here! So there! *sticks tongue out*
And now, for the gross-out portion. Are you ready?
The following is a (more or less) direct transcript of something that happened about an hour ago.
Mom: *comes out of laundry room munching on some almonds-in-a-tube she got from the Amish store* Want some?
Me: What are they?
Mom: Almonds. Wasabi and soy sauce. They really aren't that hot.
Me: *grabs one and pops in mouth* Hmm, these are pretty good. *shakes a few out into hand*
Almonds: *have cobwebs on them*
Mom and Me: *freeze*
Me: Uh...ew? *shakes rest of almonds onto counter* *the rest of the almonds are linked with cobwebs and--horror of horrors--there are LITTLE GREEN WORMS crawling in the bottom*
Mom and Me: EWWWWW!!! *begin frantically rinsing mouths and spitting half-chewed almonds into trash can*
Worms: *continue munching just as if nothing had happened*
Still occasionally spitting and feeling the need to obsessively brush teeth,