When I realized that some people from a very young age grew up eating avocados, and that since they became so accustomed to them that it’s second nature to eat them, I should not hold them in poor esteem. Grrrrrrr.
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Oh, believe me, the complete list is rather quite long; it’s not just the avocados. Grrrrrrrrrrrr.
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I have probably had much more than my fair share of anti-mayo tirades on AnswerMug so far. I have to give equal time to ranting against avocados.
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Wait, you’ve known about my aversion to avocados all these many years and never revealed that we share it in common? What other commonalities are you withholding from me? Do you only eat ice cream that’s slightly melted or soft serve? You abstain from biting your fingernails, don’t you? Do you have a tiny scar near your left eye from an incident in your late teens or early twenties? Is kite-flying a passion of yours? You still have your tonsils and appendix, am I right? Your third grade teacher was from Kansas? Do you bowl? Is your coffee table oval, or is it rectangular? Is your navel an innie or an outie? Your birthday is on an odd-numbered day, right? When added together, there are more letters in your full real name than in your user name, correct? Your birthmark is on one of your limbs, I’ll bet!
See? This is all evidence that we should be together! Pack a bag and I’ll go fluff up the pillows in the guest room. I’m only 30 minutes from the San Diego Airport, so call me as soon as the landing gear is down so that I can be there as you’re clearing baggage claim! Don’t just sit there gaping! Pack, pack already; time’s a wastin’! Bye!
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Be careful, Bub. She’s already parceled out the spare bedroom to me, so the couch is the best you’ll get for the time being.
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“Dietary weak points”? She doesn’t touch avocados and neither do I! We’re so compatible it’s practically written in stone! Besides, I don’t oppose the adoption at all, not one bit, you’ll be related to her on a familial level, I’m in line for more amorous designs, less handsome or not. There’s a hierarchy here; spare bedroom beats sofa-surfing by a mile.
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Meh, since you were kind enough to include privileges for nocturnally knocking on the bedroom door in the fine print, air mattress it is. You think of everything!
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