I have lots of crazy thoughts. As you, my loverly followers (and yes, I do mean loverly), already know.
I met a friend I used to play bunco with (Don't laugh! It's fun!) for lunch to discuss me taking her daughter's senior pictures. As we've discussed ad nauseum the past few days, I am uber-tight. The whole way to meet her, I had discussions with myself about ordering soup. A bowl of soup. Nothing else but soup.
We get to Chili's, and I peruse the menu and start having hallucinations about getting something else, telling myself that artichoke and spinach dip would probably go down just fine. Or chips and salsa. Or maybe even some kind of nacho.
WTH is wrong with me? Oh, that's right. Crazy. C-R-A-Z-Y. Like four shades of purple crazy (yeah, I have no idea what that means, but it sounds really crazy, doesn't it?).
I can't eat crap right now. I KNOW this. So, I push those thoughts aside. Victory, I say to myself. WRONG.
I then see that they have this express lunch that comes with chips, salad, and bottomless soup. Of course, I should get that, right? Bottomless soup. Perfect. Goes well with my lavendar, purple, violet, and royal, doesn't it?
Suddenly, I snap out of it and realize that one ONE ONE bowl of soup will be plenty.
And I order one bowl of soup.
Take that crazy thoughts! Oh yeah! I am the champion. Queen was totally singing about ME. I so totally beat you down, crazy thoughts.
Too bad I was practically drooling while watching my friends eat. Oh well, still a victory, even if it was soaked with drool.