Be An Avocado

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This husband of mine…

Whipped up a chicken and rice dish…his beautiful wife…not a fan…ate something else…a few bites in…sweat breaks out on his brow…his hand fanning his face…whew…he says…this is hot…hot…to him…means spicy hot…pepper hot…chili hot…which coming from the man who eats jalepenos like a dill pickle spear…this…must be hot…

Why’s it so hot…asks bland food eating me…his explanation…he’d added some sauce…he brought home from Texas…was cleaning up later…doing dishes…wiping counters…missed a spot on the stove top…a teeny tiny spot of something…didn’t think twice…swiped it up with a finger…

Several minutes later…this old gal…was on fire…must have touched her mouth…her lips aflame…she knew immediately…what that teeny tiny dot…must have been…and what can one expect…from a sauce…with words like…scorpion pepper…and fiery hot…front and center…on the Bucee Beaver label…

And so it is in life…sometimes…the smallest of things…a word…a look…a gesture…can hurt…really sting…bring tears to the eyes…in just the same way…a smile…a kind word…a helpful hand…can turn gnawty to nice…and make anyone…beaver-y thankful…to know you…as a friend…

Cuz we all know…a good friend…is an avocado friend…and who wouldn’t want to be…an avocado…
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And this husband of mine…agrees…