Eat It, Or Wear It

It has come to my attention that I eat with all the grace and decorum of a two year old. That is, about half the food goes into my mouth, proceeding on its merry way to my stomach and hips. The other half ends up on my face, in my hair, and down my shirt.

We now interupt this program for a TMI break, as I attempt to fish a cherry pit out of my bra.

Point proven. You think this is bad, you should see me with ice cream.