i adore spicy food. it makes me happy and feel all warm and fuzzy inside; not to mention causing my taste buds do a julie andrews spin in my mouth. i go to bed hugging the yumminess to me like a fiery teddy bear.
but the next day...
as i'm seated upon, what has overnight, become the throne of pain, i begin to have regrets. i damn the addiction i have to satan's cuisine and contemplate the effectiveness of sitting on a bag of frozen peas.
for a few hours, i am convinced that i will never again have jalapenos and red pepper on my pizza, wasabi with my sushi or habaneros in my salsa.
then dinner comes around. and like childbirth, i forget the end result and once again indulge in the delights of all things spicy.
but for right now, i'm going sit behind that locked door, in a room of tile and porcelain, and curse my bad life choices.
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LMAO Sass! At least you can have a sense of humor about your flamin' anus! lol
- sweetpeasmom1
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