The intercom/phone rang this morning while we were still in bed. I usually curse and wish whomever it is to die a painful death but not today... It was the dress I'd ordered from China. All right, the dress didn't use the intercom but the delivery guy did. So Boyfriend staggered out of bed (he loves me) and went down to the entrance to sign for it. I've already tried it on, it's very nice - a tiny bit too big but rather that than too small. I can always [try to] take in the seems on the side. My legs look nice in it and they bloody well should after all the walking up and down Sheffield's hills. Ohh, nice clothes (or shopping in general) makes me all tingly!
A Kingsized Mars bar wouldn't be bad to celebrate my new dress but I shouldn't. Sometimes I feel like that schizo little creature Gollom in LOTR as I have this constant ongoing debate whether or not I should have chocolate:
- I can't eat chocolate! It's not good for me!
- Do you hear that my Precious chocolate? The fat one thinks she can stay away. We knows what is good. She'll never be happy without it!
- No! No! I'm doing so well without it. I feel good about myself for not eating it but perhaps a little bite won't hurt...
- Yes! Yes! Chocolate is good for Us. We won't be fat if we [only] eat chocolate. We'll kill anyone who tries to stop us from having the Preciousss chocolate!
And then I sit there patting the bar of chocolate while salivating like a rabid dog.
I think I might have a problem...
1 comment:
Problem schmoblem, if you (like me) have a Gollum inside your head then I think you have bigger problems than wanting to eat chocolate...
When can I see photo of dress?
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