April 29th, 2009
Devil on Right Shoulder: Get in the right lane. Bojangles is a block away. Chicken biscuit. Now. CRAP, they don’t take debit cards. Oh yeah, forgot I have a 10-spot in my wallet.
Angel on Left Shoulder: It’s like 600 calories!
Devil: But I did workout last night. I sweated my ass off. And I’m hungry. And I don’t want stupid oatmeal again at the office!
Angel: 600 calories means no wine tonight.
Devil: Get in right lane. Golden arches approaching. Egg and cheese mcmuffin, not as enticing as a biscuit but still warm and good. Man, I really could go for a biscuit…
Devil: Left lane NOW. Starbucks ahead. Latte and hot butter croissant.
Angel: That’s like 800 calories. You should’ve gone for the biscuit.
Devil: DAMN YOU!
<Pass Starbucks and pull into work>
So I got nothing. Except for the can of peach nehi hubby put in my purse. That counts as something, right?