‘cronnnnnnch.’ obvs. sort of like the ‘ahhhoooghaaaa’ horn.

aaron:
*hold­ing up two dif­fer­ent box­es of crackers* 
Which ones do you want in your lunch?

me:
I dunno …
*takes the pita chips* 
Are these crunchy, or crispy?

aaron:
*sort of laughs* 
Uh, I don’t re­al­ly know the difference …

me:
Well, crunchy is like, CRONNNNNNCH, and …
*stops to laugh un­con­trol­lably for sev­er­al sec­onds at my own ridicu­lous way of thinking* 
… And crispy is like, ooh, criSSSSSpyyyyy!

aaron:
I … still don’t have any idea.

—an ac­tu­al con­ver­sa­tion that hap­pened yes­ter­day morning.
 

—emi­ly duchaine

Flom­mist Emi­ly Duchaine lives in the Pa­cif­ic North­west. She likes to drink mead, learn about sharks, and lis­ten to the Talk­ing Heads. She pre­tends to be a pro­fes­sion­al busi­ness­woman most days. Copy­right © 2019 Emi­ly Duchaine.

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