Writing Wrongs

May 15, 2007

So, my offhand comment about snacking in bed has generated Ö opinions, the sort that makes me feel as though Iím the original perpetrator of at least two of the seven deadly sins. Sloth. Gluttony. Iím sure there are more if I thought on it.

Eating in bed, for me, has nothing to do with the television. I donít watch television. Okay, I did manage to watch the DVD of Music and Lyrics this weekend, but I donít watch any shows on a regular basis. Uh, minus Naruto and Hannah Montana. Iím all over that.

Anyway, back to the topic. I remember getting a stack of Oreos and a stack of books and passing an afternoon or evening reading in bed. When I was in the Army, I had weeks when Iíd drag myself home on a Friday night, crawl into bed with a bowl of ice cream (what--you've never eaten ice cream for dinner?), and didnít crawl back out until morning.

These days, I might take a dessert into the bedroom, along with some tea. A nice treat, a good book. What better way to end the day?

Hey, weíre not total slobs. The other day, Bob was lounging and eating one of those Edyís fruit bars. He put the stick on my nightstand. Kyra, outraged, told him: ďDaddy! Donít make Mommyís side of the bed a crappy place!Ē

See? You can snack in bed. If youíre careful, it wonít be a crappy place.

Eating in bed. So popular they invented a special napkin for it.

Charity Tahmaseb wrote at 10:12 a.m.