Proof That I Am A Slob
As I fiddle with the scarf, I notice a series of very small, very strange brown pods attached to it. I try to brush them off, but they cling to the fabric.
“Ew!” I say. “Look at these weird things on my scarf.”
Spiceboy looks. “Maybe it’s some kind of insect egg.”
We both peer at the tiny pods and I try to brush them off again, but they cling to the fabric. I flick at them, and finally one comes loose.
I hold it on my fingertip and examine it, fearful at first that it's going to burst open and reveal some kind of strange little bug. Then I realize what the brown pod really is, and I start to laugh.
“What is it?” Spiceboy asks.
“The last time I wore this scarf, I ate a Tasti D-Lite.”
Spiceboy looks at me like I’m crazy.
“A Tasti D-Lite with chocolate sprinkles,” I clarify.
“Oh my god, you’re so gross,” says Spiceboy.
I laugh again. “You love me. Don’t even try to deny it.”