It has been brought to my attention that I am a seriously messy eater. Apparently, everyone else already knew this. It started today at Kona Grill when I was a little too excited about my stir-fry vegetables and they landed in my lap. How soy sauce got all over my jacket is still a mystery to me.
Later, at Bahama Bucks, this was the scene...not pretty. There was definitely more shaved ice on the table than in my mouth. I finally had to lay out a little napkin for myself like a placemat!
I'm really worried that all these years no one has had the heart to tell me that I am the world's worst eater! I guess there have been signs...everyone does say it's time to go when I start playing with my food. When I was in middle school and wore glasses, pizza day at lunch usually meant that marinara sauce decorated my glasses. And there was the time I went to the outdoor wedding of a boyfriend's old mission comp and not realizing that while I was eating chocolate cake, most of it was making it to my lap. In the heat of the summer, that meant the aforementioned chocolate cake melted and made a giant map of South America on my pink skirt. He had to hide me by walking in front as we tried to make a not so subtle exit!
Moral of the story, I think I need a bib!
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