It's very unlike me to post in the middle of the day. Much of the time I'm writing ahead of schedule, due in part to my Type-A tendencies hidden down deep inside. Since becoming a Mom, those Type-A tendencies have changed a bit, shifting focus from a once perfectly clean house and organized life to more along the lines of "you're-holding-my-child-wrong-now-put-him-down-let-me-do-it and don't-you-dare-kiss-him-on-the-mouth." That's my mouth.
Wow, can you say tangent?
Often times I feel like inspiration for a blog post will come to me in the middle of the day and before I can drop whatever it is that I'm currently doing, the inspiration is gone. Poof, just like that. So now? I'm trying to write more as I go.
Today's topic? Floor corn. Yes, you read that correctly. Do you have any idea what floor corn is? No? Don't fret. You'll wonder no more.
Floor corn is that tiny little nibblet of corn that escaped the jaws of the Post Lunch Clean-Up Effort. If you look closely for it, you'll note that it's usually hiding in a corner somewhere covered in a thin layer of dust and Sheepie hair. It may even be a bit shriveled by the time it's uncovered.
Do you know who likes to eat Floor Corn? If you guess Sheepie you are wrong.
Why is it that this Floor Corn is so damn appealing? And believe me, Carter is not hard up for food. The child spends approximately 95% of his waking hours eating. But there's just something so delectable about this Floor Corn that it's almost irresistible once found.
So, Loyals. Have you ever had any experience with Floor Corn? You may be more familiar with it's distant cousin, Floor Rice or perhaps its distant Uncle, Floor Strawberries.
Happy Thursday Loyals!