He says I sound like Papa Smurf, only instead of using the word "smurf" for everything, it's "Crumbfull". He's kinda right. Put me and my partner in a room together and it's like we're speaking another language. It's "crumbfull this" and "packaging that" and "flavoring" and "jangles" and "chocolate" and "labeling" and "crumbfull, crumbfull, crumbfull". I'm sure it can get tiresome for anyone who isn't ... well... "us".
But here's the thing. Don't we sort of HAVE to be like this? It's called "passion". If we weren't all about what we're trying to do, we wouldn't be very good at it, would we? We wouldn't have the desire or the drive to make it happen. If I was like, "Eh, I might try to out that new flavor one of these days, if I feel like it." I really don't think we'd get this off the ground.
It's a good thing I know how to ignore him. I've already told him that he will not be sharing in my Crumbfulls fortune when I've got my diamond-encrusted crumbfull ring and Nancy and I are on the food network. When we do the talk show circuit and Rachel asks me, "Wow! Mother of two? Full-time job? How did you manage to get 'Crumbfulls' off the ground?" instead of the expected reply, which would be "I couldn't have done it without the unending support of my loving spouse." I will reply "I some how managed to do it with the complete lack of support from my husband. He was sick of hearing the word 'Crumbfull' after the first month and grew exasperated whenever I had to take the time to make them."
I warned him I was going to OUT him on the Crumbfulls blog. I shouldn't give him too much of a hard time though. He's just not as skilled at pretending to listen as I am. At least he's honest. And just when I think he hasn't been paying attention, he'll tell me that he found out something Crumbfull-related for me that I'd been wondering about. Maybe he's not so bad after all.
(Love you, babe)
