To eat or forget to eat?

My poor eating habit is indeed something to moan about.

I took an hour fifteen to finish my lunch today.

J would say that's nothing compared to when I was in England. He would grumble and complain about me not finishing my meals within the hour.

Sometimes, I would get so distracted I'd forget I was in the middle of a meal.

I would be doing my usual stuff and then suddenly see a bowl of unfinished meal on my table.

And then a smack on my forehead would usually follow.

Talking about this made me think of those days when J would finish his meals first and then I wouldn't allow him to leave the table. I would make him sit at the table with me until I was done. He would then sulk and get really irritated (I can take a looooooooooong time to finish my food). His guitar and comic books must always be within reach so he could strum or read while I eat slowly.

Man, I hated that guitar. Because, hard as I tried, I couldn't play that bitch.