Last night after work, I decided to have a snack and watch some TV. I prepared a nice big bowl of popcorn and a glass of chocolate milk. I settled into the blue recliner and set out to find something entertaining (most likely an animated show).
I took a sip from my cho milk, and somehow - it all happened so fast - the glass slipped out out my grip and fell into the popcorn bowl.
The bowl shattered in my lap, leaving me staring at a pile of soggy popcorn and chocolate-milky comfy pjs.
I had to laugh, in spite of myself. I sat there, soiled and disappointed, and I still laughed. I was home alone, so I had to grab a blanket off the floor with my toes, draw it up to my lap, and scoop the pieces of bowl and popcorn into a bindle of waste. Then I had to strip off my beloved pjs without flicking the shards into the carpet.
Now I get it - snacking after supper is naughty. Gawd.