It has come to my attention that I eat at my desk for lunch a little too often. I choose not to go home because Ted the Tank would eat up more gas than Tony and I could stomach to pay for. Plus, by the time I make it home, let Tyson out, make something and then head back, I'd be home for less than 10 minutes. Not worth it - and I don't cook or "make something" that's really worth eating.
Sing it sister |
I enjoy both legs and arms....Tony would want to keep the baby |
Apparently when you eat at your desk, those little crumbs from your hands, your mouth....errr, hands, come down and land on your key board. And while J&K can handle a little dust now and again, they are very angry when some popcorn kernels land in that little space.
And then this happens.
Sorry for making you vomit....or spit |
No? Still gross? I'll stop reasoning.
So yes, I am a desk eater, crumb dropper, nail filer on my keyboard type of person. Are you acting like you don't know me now? I mean, I probably would too...but some of you who read this are family and you are stuck with me F-O-R-E-V-E-R.
As is Tony. It's probably a very good thing he's a OCD type of clean. We are like totally MFEO!!!
(I had to get one little valley girl reference in there - Oh and PS: Made For Each Other.)
And.....I have not learned my lesson, just ate my sandwich at my computer. Fail.
I do the same thing only I'm too nervous to turn my keyboard over out of fear of what's stuck down in there!
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