June 28, 2023—
Rachel nonchalantly returned from the kitchen to eat her peanuts on the sofa. They crunched, though, like (the realization dawns on me) Giant Peruvian Inca Corn!! CAUGHT.
“I saw you peek at me from the kitchen, to see if I heard the bag crinkle,” I said. To be fair, I gobbled half a bag while she ran the Cayuga Trails 50k. Her caution was smart. But also to be fair, she said I could “have them.” And these Trader Joe’s monsters are such gut-busters at like 100 calories per corn nut, Cayuga almost killed me. (They’re “hers” “because she runs.”)
I snuck a little pile of five or six last night while I ground the coffee for this morning. I thought I heard her toothbrush still buzzing but—SHE WAS STANDING RIGHT THERE! *screams, dies for real* “You couldn’t hear me coming, could you? Over the CRUNCH?!” I couldn’t, and the worst part was, I was luxuriating over each nut like a beam of Inca sun.
Photo: One’s “naughty boi” does not sit on one’s lap in the summer! Though, it was 55° when we took our morning walk. That’s why I don’t have a tan.