Friday, June 3
Dirty Little Secret
Copy of my conversation with my conscience this morning.
I have a dirty little secret. Shh, noone knows what it is.
Are you so sure?
Would you quit trying to twist my arm off?
Nope. I know all your secrets. Which one is bugging you now?
Fine. Have it your way. I am a smoker. (Wow, I feel liberated now :)
It is a bad, bad thing to do, you know.
Yes, I know. Cancer, emphysema, 7 minutes lost for every cigarette.
So, stop smoking. Simple.
But, what else would I do on my breaks at work?
Knit. Write. Crochet. Read. You just can't quit. You are addicted.
Wrong. I can quit anytime.
Fine, I will quit.
***Quitting may just kill me. But. I. Will. Succeed.