You know that mantra your mother use to holler at you from the kitchen as you'd sneak off into the living room or your bedroom with food? "Eating is to be done in the kitchen! Please come back and eat that in here, thank you."
Yeah, that mantra. There's a reason for it.
The reason would be, by eating in the kitchen you prevent spilling stuff on the furniture and carpets. This in turn prevents the potential for stains and ruined fabrics and shags.
Oh, sure. You're a grown up now and it's your furniture and carpet so Mom's mantra can take a hike. Right? Yeah, sure. Okay. Whatever.
Case in point.
Me, tonight. Big bowl of freshly made, generously buttered and salted, air popped popcorn. Sitting at my desk reading blogs, enjoying aforementioned popcorn. Have been craving this popcorn for more than a week, when I ran out of popcorn and have only just acquired refills.
Big bowl of popcorn. Me. Desk. Blog reading. Yum. The bowl is resting on my leg and is held against the desk and all seems well.
And then: whump! Clang.
I look down in disbelief at my long-awaited and savored bowl of popcorn lying upside down on the floor under my desk. My yummy, warm, buttery, salty popcorn. On the floor. Under my desk. And in my shoes.
After staring at this sad, sad, sad state of affairs, I push my chair back, get down on my hands and knees and start scooping my beloved popcorn back into the bowl. There is no allowance for the five second rule in this house, particularly in a house with cats.
My popcorn is languishing in its bowl, covered in cat hair and carpet fuzz and foot odor. What a waste.
And now, I can't wait for the stain that is going to slowly make itself manifest in the weeks ahead as the unavoidable dust and dirt from my shoes meets the butter and sticks.
So much for enjoying the rest of my popcorn with a little Daniel Craig in the DVD tonight.