...don't I mean stop and smell the roses? Kinda.
We've all been in a rush sometimes to hurry up, eat, and get to work or whatever's next on the mile-long to-do list. Yet, even when we're in no hurry, we end up chewing so fast because that's what we're used to.
Well, our bodies have different ways of telling us, "Whoa, Betsy!" I had one of those moments... I swallowed a nice chunk of chicken sandwich, then it kinda go stuck in my esophagus. I wasn't choking, because it was below my windpipe. But for about 2 1/2 agonizing minutes, it didn't wanna go anywhere. Burping didn't do anything... finally made my way to the rest room to place myself as horizontal as possible.
I'm guilty of letting my eyes become bigger than my stomach... maybe this explains why I've gained a little weight lately. I remember my Mom always commenting on me not cutting up my food well enough. I'm still guilty today.
Raise your hand if you eat in the car, regardless of where you are. I have the grease marks on my seat to prove my guilt. The worst was spilling a large vanilla shake in my first car. I'm curious to see what previous meals I will discover the next time I vacuum my car.
Basketball tonight at 7:00, talk with you at 6:00. Buckle up, and don't trust the five-second rule in your car.
TS
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
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*raises hand*
Guilty as charged. I've never even been able to eat french fries in the car though. They always end up under the seat.
-kim
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