Mucking horse stalls was my life for three months.
I can process meat with the best of them.
I dissected an eyeball and thought it was cool.
I gave mouth to mouth resuscitation to a still-born goat kid (it lived, btw).
Charissa is a cloth diaper graduate and Brandt is currently in them.
Why am I telling you this? 'Cause I want to point out that I am usually a rather gnarly person. I don't want to scare you away! I like ya a whole lot! But I am who I am...and sometimes that involves gross things.
But gnarly as I am, I can not, for the life of me, stand the little stringy things on the outsides of bananas. They make my gag reflex...flex. Do you even know what I'm talking about? Please tell me you do because if you don't, and you have eaten bananas, then you might have, *gag*, consumed one of them!
When my husband eats a banana and I spy the little stringy things still on the banana as it enters his mouth, I freak. I have been known to grab at them on their journey to his mouth.
Before feeding my baby a banana, I pick and pluck and thoroughly inspect to ensure not one weird stringy thing will enter my offspring's open mouth. He trusts me! How could I do that to him??
So anyway, I love bananas, but those stringy things are [one of] my gross out quirk. What is yours? Do you have one? Or are you gnarly in every situation? I knew a girl who claimed the feeling of terry cloth made her nauseous. I know some of you have to have a weird one :-)
Random Fact: did you know if you push your finger into the middle of a banana it will divide into three equal pieces?
Well, now you do!
(And I'm realizing, along with the Pioneer Woman, that my hands in pictures are terrifying. That is all.)