shaky

I have become one of those shaky people. You know, the kind you see in the supermarket dropping pop-tarts, or the ones in bars who can barely lift their beer to their lips. Today while having a business lunch, I noticed my chopsticks doing an air tango around the table, and if that wasn't embarrassing enough, I caught my lunch date staring at my hands as I made a little rice waterfall that would have been kind of pretty if it weren't for the shaking.

The up side to all this is that Maple will probably not be freaked out by shaky people. In fact, she may run up to them, lift up their shirts, and molest their boobies.