Last night my daughter and I were have a few quiet moments in her bed just before bedtime and I started to feel itchy in my chest area. Not a rash kind of itchy but a “there’s something in there” kind of itchy. I wasn’t sure what it was so I flipped on the light to figure out what was up. What I found were small dark green shards that were the remained of the kale chips I had made for dinner. How did they get down there you wonder? My family likes kale chips which I had served for dinner. After most were eaten, there were a few left in the bowl and, like the heathen that I am, I dumped the left over crumbs from the bottom of the bowl into my hand and shoveled them into my mouth. Apparently my aim wasn’t great and some of the crumbs, unbeknownst to me, had tumbled down my face, slid over my chin, landed on my neck and coasted down my chest where they finally came to rest inside my bra where they ultimately became the irritating scratchy bits that caused me to say…. “I’m itchy. I think I have kale in my bra.”
Last night my daughter and I were have a few quiet moments in her bed just before bedtime and I started to feel itchy in my chest area. Not a rash kind of itchy but a “there’s something in there” kind of itchy. I wasn’t sure what it was so I flipped on the light to figure out what was up. What I found were small dark green shards that were the remained of the kale chips I had made for dinner. How did they get down there you wonder? My family likes kale chips which I had served for dinner. After most were eaten, there were a few left in the bowl and, like the heathen that I am, I dumped the left over crumbs from the bottom of the bowl into my hand and shoveled them into my mouth. Apparently my aim wasn’t great and some of the crumbs, unbeknownst to me, had tumbled down my face, slid over my chin, landed on my neck and coasted down my chest where they finally came to rest inside my bra where they ultimately became the irritating scratchy bits that caused me to say…. “I’m itchy. I think I have kale in my bra.”