Willpower

I'm online trying to distract myself from thoughts of ice cream. I really, REALLY want to go to Culver's for a Concrete Mixer (their version of a Blizzard). But I've spent the last few days in a Hormonal Feeding Frenzy, so that's the last thing I need. Must talk about something else . . . .

Yesterday I worked on an ad for a carpet cleaning company. They listed a regular office phone number and an "emergency" phone number. I'm thinking about all the emergencies I've encountered in my life - natural disasters, illness, death, injury, random acts of crime - not one of them had anything to do with my carpet! "We need 10CC's of cleaning fluid for that red wine stain - STAT!"

Okay, this isn't working. Slowly losing the battle of willpower. . . where are my keys?