I went to Old Broad's Night at the casino last night with a friend to play my whopping $20 comp. We were sitting at the Keno machines. At one point my friend started pulling things out of her purse looking for her chapstick. Yes...they keep the vents on the floor pumping that ice cold oxygen up your pant leg so that no one falls asleep while pushing the button. Your lips and mouth dry up and I have actually brought a tube of vaseline with me. I digress. Anyway, I look over and see she has pulled out a nice, big baggie that appears to have food in it...trailmix or something. So I asked her if it had nuts in it, as I am allergic. She gave me this weird look and said 'No..' then stood up to see if the chapstick was in her coat pocket. YUMMY...I was starving so I grabbed me a fistful of whatever was in the bag. CHOMP! OMG...It was home made potpourri that a patient made her.(she's a nurse practitioner). I had thistles and something that felt like sand burs poking into the roof of my mouth. I spit the whole wad into my coke cup and I am sure everyone around me thought I was chewing tobacco.
This is the second time in my life I have done this. One other time was at a baby shower and the hostess had but this lovely bowl of what looked like a dried fruit mix on the coffee table. They had to pull the 'spikes' out of my tongue with tweezers and call poison control because we had no idea if there was something poisonous in it. Their answer was 'if my throat started to swell shut to get to the ER.'
I'm writing this so I'm not dead. But boy does the roof of my mouth hurt. That's what I get for helping myself to something without asking if it's food! I think I need some of Sherrine's 'medicinal rum.'
Huggies
Donna