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.

Prove it.

Fine, I will quit.

***Quitting may just kill me. But. I. Will. Succeed.