Here's a recent development...
Whenever I finish eating, if there's anything left (which lately there almost always is), I cannot stand the smell of the food. Even if it was the most amazing meal of my life, I just can't. I have to walk it to the kitchen to avoid smelling it and dry heaving for the rest of the night.
Am I the only weirdo who's experienced this?
(I'm guessing I am and I am starting to make peace with this)
Whenever I finish eating, if there's anything left (which lately there almost always is), I cannot stand the smell of the food. Even if it was the most amazing meal of my life, I just can't. I have to walk it to the kitchen to avoid smelling it and dry heaving for the rest of the night.
Am I the only weirdo who's experienced this?
(I'm guessing I am and I am starting to make peace with this)
I remember Dick leaving a plate in the kitchen with a large blob of BBQ sauce left on it. I walked into the kitchen, got a whiff of it and instantly had to sprint to the bathroom...it wasn't pretty! He thought it was pretty darn funny. It wasn't!
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