Gagging.

I have an abnormally strong gag reflex, I guess.
I even went to the Doctor about it once, he said it was psychological. 

Molly and Geoff also gag really easily.  We gag when we're tired, we gag when we're really hungry, we gag when we're really full, we gag when we're too hot, we gag at noises and smells, textures and tastes, and sometimes sights. 

Mushy bananas, eggplant, custard, mayo, the noise of spaghetti being twirled in sauce- I'm practically gagging while thinking about them.


When we were kids Geoff had a friend that smacked his mouth a lot when he ate.  It made Geoff gag so much that this friend was rarely invited to stay for meals.  The one time that I can remember him having dinner with us, we were eating spaghetti.  That is a double combo of disgusting noises- so Geoff banished him to the basement where he could smack his lips to his heart's content.

If one of our cats barfs, I will gag even if Zan cleans it up and I'm nowhere near it. So generally Zan can tell when there's cat barf somewhere by the noise of me gagging in the next room.

This is sure to come up in future posts, and has already come up before (http://thatwouldberude.blogspot.com/2011/03/at-work-facial-hair.html )

So just know that we can't help it. It's psychological.