DIRTY SHIRTS

Yesterday, as I finally started sorting the three story high pile of clothes, that somehow clean and dirty clothes had intermingled, it yet again came to my attention that all, and I do mean all, my shirts, both clean and dirty, had permanent food stains down the front of them.  It is kind of a joke in the family how I can't eat without spillage.  Spod used to comment on how he liked having me around because I was a much dirtier eater than he.  Nice Spod, thank you very much.  Unfortunately he was right, as evidenced by all the food stained shirts I came across in my Purple Room.

I decided to try to figure out why.  So I sat down with a nice bowl of soup and proceeded to unintentionally spill it down my shirt as I ate.  I slowed down and carefully observed my movements and quite quickly discovered exactly what the reason was.  Put simply....my giant stomach.  When I leaned over towards the bowl to keep the spoonful way forward and not above my chest, it wouldn't work.  My stomach stopped me short of my goal.  The only way to eat that soup without spilling on me was to push my chair way back, spread my knees, drop said stomach down between them and crouch down and hover, chin just above the bowl.  Yeah like I am going to do that every time.  Not.  Dirty shirts it shall be.

You know another thing I noticed recently, I have no new pictures.  I always have new pictures!  Upon thinking about it I realized that thanks to Spod and his incessant need to travel about, either across the seas or in our area at home, I always had new pictures.  He was amazing at spotting good shots and stopping.  I need to correct this.  When the roads are okay I need to hop into Tank and go out and hunt for new pics.  I bet my friend Anne would go with me!  I shall have to ask her.

I just phoned her and she is all gung ho.  So as soon as the back roads are safe to travel we shall go picture hunting and picnicking.  She loves getting out and driving around.  I think I will find a map that shows all the back roads and start making routes to travel!

Well I must bounce.  I still have some work left in Purple room.  So much freaking organizing.  TTYL