As I struggled to eat my zucchini bread for breakfast this morning (thanks neighbor/landlord/friend!), I dropped numberous crumbs and even one whole bite on the floor.
And I dropped a whole bite yesterday too.
I guess that's the expected casualty of eating a baked good with a fork out of a ziplock bag while typing with one hand.
At first I swore at myself, but then I thought, "Hey, on the bright side, its one less bite in my mouth and one less bite making my pants tighter." Silver lining, I tell ya.
So cheers to your mulititaskers. You eat-on-the-run workers. You just plain sloppy kids (I think that's why my husband's so thin). Raise your glass and wear a bib!
