When asked what my ten guilty pleasures were, I admit, I was flummoxed. I am not sure that I have, ten, guilty pleasures. Let’s see, now.
Carbs: Love, love to eat carbs, with all their nasty effects, making me sleepy and groggy, love them. Full plate of rice or pasta, any day. Pita chips, french fires, galore.
Movies: Never, ever tiring of movies, I could watch hour after hour, without a break. When one movie ends, I put another one in. Over and over, all day. Shoot me!
The licorice bears at CVS Pharmacy: Now who would’ve thunk it. I love that amazing .99 cent bag of, sugar covered, bears. Gimme it!
A 32 oz well done steak: any day. Yep, you heard me. 32 ounces of pure marbled beef. Love it. I get mine, at Cattleman’s in Santa Rosa, the way I want it done. No one argues with me about ruining a piece of meat or anything. They just do it the way I ask. Love those people.
People watching: yes, yes; not very nice. Most of the time I am commenting on how they are horribly dressed or how silly they are, sorry. Love doing it.
Belly dancing: do I have to explain? It is sexy and sensual. Love to do it. Even wrote about it in my book, Simple Conversation.
Farmtown: Hey, I love to farm on Facebook. I just love that crap, love it. Friggin’ waste of time, but I do it anyway. I can spend hours, I even went without sleep one night, just to play Farm Town. Racking up the points and the levels.
Garter belts or stay up stockings: Yep, I like to feel all sexy on the inside and under my clothes. Like to know that I am sexy underneath my clothes. Like a secret.
Shoes: I AM woman, will shop for shoes! “But you have black pumps honey!” exclaims my poor husband. I stare, ferociously, at him, “Which ones? Never mind, they do not match, this dress.” End of story. New shoes.
Rum Raisin by Haagen Daz: I can eat the whole thing, all by my lonesome, and growl, if anyone attempted, to share. Share this, with my fist.