I came downstairs to write about the evening because I needed to cool off before climbing into bed with Sandra.
No, we’re not fighting or anything. I had a half-teaspoon of Sudden Death sauce in a quarter-cup of mild salsa. When I was shoveling it in I was happy as a (severely addled) clam, but 5 minutes after I finished I let loose a burning belch that told me that my breath was probably halfway to being weapons-grade capsicum spray.
Snuggling someone with halitosis is annoying. Snuggling someone whose respiratory system is leaking tear gas is another matter entirely.
I’ve taken his advice to heart, but as I was typing my last journal entry I coughed. I covered my mouth, and the backblast got in my EYE. Note to self: polite coughing following spicy meals should only be attempted with both eyes firmly SHUT.