I’m good at being social – My Geminian, former performing athlete self seems to have that mastered but…it doesn’t always jive with what I WANT to be doing. I’d rather hang out with the cats most of the time. Frustratingly, they tend to be as introverted as I am!
Everyone is always so quick to say there’s five seconds in which you can pick up your food an be safe. I think as a figure skater who dropped food on the floor during summer training (when the rink was open but the snack bar wasn’t) the “five second rule” was more in effort to salvage even the tiniest morsel of food…lest I (like one of our cats claims an hour before dinner time) waste immediately away to a pile of skeletal remains.
The sad reality is, though…it happens much quicker. I’m not sure who assumed germs are so nice-ie-nice but, hello, they aren’t exactly counting down on our behalf. . . E.g.: “Hang on, Irv! Kid didn’t realize he dropped that – let’s give him an opportunity to pick it up first!”
No…they’re just like our vacuum…er…cat…. They’re on those crumbs double-time (sorry to burst any dreamy bubbles.)
(For the record, that didn’t stop me. The lofty claim of germy kindness remaining my scientific excuse so I didn’t (not) starve to death. 😉 )
I almost fell out of the chair laughing at this one. It’s almost exactly like Pinterest when there are incredibly, and frankly abnormally graceful, recipe results with an “easy recipe” paired with it… Doesn’t happen. ISN’T that simple, people.
Nice try with the “simple” breakfast bull too.
This is SO INFJ. I have to do this with everything from trips to evening events… It’s almost ridiculous but given that there are memes and quotes about it…well, I feel a whole lot better I’m not the only one! *LOL*
It used to be Phish Food or Chubby Hubby for me…