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Guilty Pleasures??

 
Day 3 of Blogging Summer Camp:

What are your guilty pleasures?

I waste time just about everyday on the Internet. I have to catch up on Facebook, Twitter, Google Reader, Email, and look for new patterns to make. This could take a couple of hours. If I decide to change my blog around (colors, background, header, adding things) then that could take a couple of more hours. Also, darling daughter number 1 has me proofread her blog and change things. I say this is a waste of time only because it takes away from me sewing, knitting, visiting with my family, cleaning, doing errands, etc. So basically, I am a procrastinator.

But, guilty, no, I don't feel guilty. Eating chocolate; no guilt. Enjoying my husband; no guilt. Wasting time; no guilt. Spoiling my grand kids; no guilt. Recently taking up a few drinks a couple of times a week; no guilt. Wasting my time sewing, knitting, reading; no guilt. I do what I want when I want. Always have. Always will.

If I had the money, I would be getting pedicures, buying clothes left and right, going to concerts, hiring a cleaning lady, buying a Rumba to do my floors, taking trips, etc, etc, etc. But, alas!! I am poor.

P.S. I forgot that I stay up till the wee hours of the morning.

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Steve said…
That is all you can ask for in life.

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