I’m still feeling the effects of daylight savings time change.
Exhausted.
End of the day. With HUGE effort, I get to my car.
Maneuvered my way around the car that loves to double park behind me.
Nine miles left in my tank and a low tire pressure light requires a detour from home.
Drive by first gas station.
OVER six dollars a gallon.
Drive by next gas station.
No better.
I go a few miles out of my way to the cheapest gas station in town.
STILL the total cost to fill my tank is 95 dollars and some cents.
NEVER EVER in my life have I EVER paid so much for a tank of gas.
Why didn’t I keep my Prius?
A few miles and stop signs later, I’m home, and I go for the thing I always go for when I’m particularly tired, Trader Joe’s Organic Stone Ground Blue Corn Tortilla Chips. They are not too salty, and not to thin. I love them. I could eat a whole bag. Easily. That could be diner. They are one of my guilty pleasures.
And what makes eating these chips even better is adding guilty pleasure number two. Binge watching Netflix shows. I have run through Call My Agent, Rita, Reign, Babylon Berlin, Pose, Inventing Anna, and of course, Lucifer. Right now I’m on hiatus. Looking for my next show. These are shows my husband would not have the patience for or interest in, so I watch them at times that are rather scandalous. Late afternoon.
When a guilty pleasure starts to feel like a necessity, then you’re in trouble. I’m there with guilty pleasure number three. Pedicures. Throughout my teaching career, this has been an indulgence that I have allowed myself. Every other week. There is nothing quite like it. Especially on a Friday after school when my feet are especially worn out.
Later in the evening, I may succumb to guilty pleasure number four, eating directly out of the ice cream container, and finishing it Horrible. Awful. I’m sure (I hope) you have done this.
And finally, guilty pleasure number five. This is reserved for Saturday mornings. Doing nothing but sitting in a chair and reading a book. From the beginning to the end.
I’m afraid sharing this list may cause some of you to think less of me. I’m sorry. But at the same time, I hope you share some of my pleasures. Guilt loves company.
Be vulnerable. What are your guilty pleasures?
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