While cutting down trees

Today's moral of the story. Don't let coffee come up your nose.

See it all started with mere minutes to go on my shift today that someone called Rachel in produce. Problem: there are two Rachel's in produce. Both working today. I thought that it was the other Rachel and apparently she thought that it was for her too, but it was my little brother calling saying that once I got off to go to Smitty's.

So I did. Idiot was eating more barbacue sauce than chicken wings so I made a few bets with him, he went through with the first one, but not the second. Eh, then eventually we started taking about sanity, and how he did have some. He was impressed with how many syllabes it had, I told him how many letters and that he was sane. Then he pronouced sanity somewhat like sa-a-ni-nit-ty-ee. Apparently it was really funny, I don't think that's exactly how he said it, but close enough.

The reason that apparently it was really funny is that my mom, the one who we gang up on to see if we can make her spit out her drink so that it doesn't go up her nose, let coffee go up her nose. Now you see, we'd been trying for years, at least a decade, for that to happen. And it finally did happen. With warm coffee, while taking about sanity.