Graminilla

I came home from a long morning of singing at church plus a stop at the grocery store thinking I'd make some lunch when I got home. Famished, I walked in the door and was met by the horrendous odor of clorox and chili. The clorox being from some sort of 1920's version of an air purifier. My sister has "Acute Bronchitis" and so granny has been running the air purifier non stop for days and it smells like there's a highly chlorinated pool in our living room, I suppose the aquamarine carpet could lend itself to that idea as well, but never the less I was quite overwhelmed by the smell. The clorox in combination with the "chili"( which we all know isn't anything close to chili except for the beans) made me want to run out the door and hope that Granny had never heard me enter. But alas, the alarm system (sleighbells on the door) gave me away. She quickly asked if I was hungry since she had just made enough "chili" to feed a family of 12! Amazingly my appetite had quickly faded so I managed to respond without actually lying and narrowly escaped more Graminilla food. Now I will do the usual routine of "taking chili to work for lunch!"