Laura Does Not Share Food

I have come to a small epiphany recently on my weirdness about sharing food. It used to be that I thought I just didn't like to share food, period. But I realized that it's not so much the sharing that bothers me as the timing:

1) If the waiter has just put my plate down in front of me, and you ask for a bite, I am going to say "No." Or if you are my husband I will roll my eyes, sigh, and say, "Oooooookay."

2) If I have a knife and fork in my hand and I am actively eating the food on my plate, and you ask for some, I am going to say "No." Or if you are my husband I will get tight lips, give you a look, then cut you a very small piece.

3) If I have put down my utensils and stopped eating and you ask me for a bite of what I have left on my plate, I will say, "Sure, eat the rest of it if you want."

See the difference? If I am eating or intending to eat the food on my plate, I am not going to share it with you. I might want to eat it all. It might just be that good. Or I might just be that hungry. Eat your own food. If you still want mine when we're both done, you can have it.

Summer of Boredom

I'm tired of being bored. I had grand plans for this summer, and I've kind of half-assed most of them. Which I'm actually fine with, but I'm ready for school to start. I'm ready to be busy again and have stuff to do. I'm ready to meet new people and be responsible for things again. It's been a really nice break, though. I felt burned out when I was graduating, and I'm definitely not feeling that anymore. So, I guess mission accomplished! I ordered the rest of my books for the semester, and I can't wait to get them in the mail. Only 10 more days of nothing to do!