My table manners have gone to hell. I swear, I don't even want to eat at the table with me. I cant take part in the conversation because by the time I am finished chewing what I wanted to say is irrelevant. Plus I chew on stuff and determine it to be too fibrous, tough, etc. and have to take it out of my mouth. Then my stomach makes weird gurgling noises and I have to burp repeatedly so I can eat my food. *Sigh*, my poor southern lady grandmother would just have a fit if she could see me now. Of course she would be happy about the weight I have lost! (It is a pretty good trade, I just feel sorry for those I have to eat with)

You can eat with me anytime. I'm deaf so the "gurgling and burping" wouldn't bother me in the least!:ohmy: As for having to spit out the fibrous stuff I'm sure you use a napkin for that. I have problems eating with folks that use their forks as shovels! And then proceed to talk with their mouths full. My ex FIL used to think it was okay to pass gas at the dinner table!

We really should have a LBT potluck sometime soon!

We could have a pot luck but it would take a whole day because we have to eat so damn slow;)