Can't we all just get along? Today I got us Chipotle and I forgot to get Keren guacamole. If you know Keren, she is a very picky eater and has very bad Hrage. Yes you read that right. The H is silent and stands for Hungry rage. If she doesn't get food in her mouth when she is hungry, she automatically turns into the slapping beast aka Keren. So I sat down at the living room table and opened the bag. I realized I had forgotten the guac so I was going to quickly go back to Chipotle and come back. It was too late. Keren walked in and said OOH I'm staaaaarving. I sat down on the couch sweating bullets. She opened the bag and raised an eye brow. At this point, I was so drenched in sweat it looked like I went swimming in our perfectly balanced pH leveled pool. Again, her eye brow raised higher it looked like it was about to bounce off her forehead. She looked at me, her eyes as red as Rudolph the reindeers nose. "WHERE IS MY CHIPOTLE" she growled. "I forgot" I mumbled but before I could finish she smacked me so hard I landed back at Chipotle behind the counter scooping up a soufflé of guacamole. I cried and my salty tears landed in the guac. I brought it back to Keren and she said it tasted delicious. I cried. The guacamole cried with me. I don't forget guac anymore.