Frosty the snowman

Today I choked on a carrot. That was the highlight of my day. Not really. My cousin was telling me all about how my aunt was trying to teach her how to be a thief and I started laughing because it was ridiculous. I tried to say something and I choked. I could feel the carrot lodged in the bridge of my nose as tears came to my eyes. After around 10 minutes, the carrot decided to go back down to my throat and into my stomach like a good little carrot should. This event reminded me of something that happened in fourth grade.

After Chinese School (I can't believe I took 13 years of that crap) I went to my friend Joyce's house for a sleepover. Her mom made a salad and as I was eating it Joyce was washing her hands in the restroom. Out of nowhere I choke on the salad and I feel it go up my nose. It continues to move inside my nose as I cough and drink water repeatedly in hopes that the piece of lettuce returns to my stomach. It doesn't budge. I feel as if I will eternally have a piece of lettuce lodged in my nasal cavity-- that is until I see the lettuce sticking out of my nose. I yanked the piece of lettuce out of my nose like one would a booger and I threw it away in the trashcan. I then preceded to clean my nose out with dish-washing soap. Joyce returned to the table and I acted as if nothing was out of the ordinary. Yeah, lettuce comes out of my nose on a daily basis. That's how I roll.

eat corn & heat pizza <3