Every day I really make an effort to try something new, maybe just make a different choice than I normally would, mix it up a little. Sometimes new things are really good, and sometimes they aren’t.
Sunday, for example, I tried a bite of birthday cake where the white icing had been colored black (and I was correct in my theory that it would turn teeth and tongue black, ick). Yesterday I treated myself to a decadent nap at home at lunchtime when normally I would’ve just ignored my fatigue and suffered through the afternoon or crammed 6007 errands into that same window of time. Today I wanted a Pop Tart and a bubble bath at the same time…and, kids, yeah, don’t try that one at home–trust your Aunt KittyKat. It was actually all pretty good and enjoyable until a piece of the Pop Tart broke off and fell in the tub and then when I was fishing around for it in the bubbles with one hand, another piece fell in; from there the whole situation just descended into a huge mess.
Seize the day…but not always with a Pop Tart in one hand.
Sage advice o wise one.
Was said poptart toasted?