underdogishere

I created quite a stir at work when I wore my new beagle socks.

Labels: Dogs, Stylin'

I was in the supermarket, in the aisle with the canned vegetables, when it occured to me to wonder whether or not the Jolly Green Giant wears underwear.

Labels: Musing

I'm not Emily Post or Miss Manners, but I can tell my red wine glass from my white white glass from my water goblet. I leave my salad fork on the plate when I'm done, and my napkin in my chair if I have to leave the table before I've finished eating. But...

I cut up my pasta to eat it.

There, I said it. I do. This twirling spoon thing makes no sense, especially if the pasta contains chunky things, such as shrimp, snow peas, or mushrooms. I watch those with better table manners struggle with their twirling spooons or eat their chunky things as an afterthought, while I cut up my pasta and enjoy. If you are embarrassed to be seen eating with someone so gauche as to cut up his pasta, then be seen eating with someone other than me. I'm not embarrassed, and I find the dagger-looks you will send my way exasperating.

Can you guess what inspired this post?

Labels: Out and About

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