True Story: Imma Writer

I was reading the blurb I posted from one of my stories to my husband, . Unfortunately for the poor man, he still seems vaguely unaccustomed to the juxtaposition between how I occasionally act and how my writing sometimes is. Can't say I blame the fellow.

Yes, I went, "NOM! " as I drank my iced coffee.

belongs to himself.
I belong to myself.
This is pretty much what went down, now illustrated. (though I was actually reading off of a computer rather than notebook)