Jul 16, 2008 11:51
ME: We need to talk.
MYSELF: Oh?
ME: Yeah, here's the thing: you know how you put "March of the Penguins" on last night because you wanted to finish the ironing but not feel compelled to stay up any later than that?
MYSELF: Yeah, I figured something with no plot and no characters would be easier to just turn off and walk away from when i was done for the night and needed to go to bed.
ME: Yeah, well, your plan? Totally failed. Because it's really hard to turn the TV off when you're bouncing up and down with squee over how cute the baby penguins are.
MYSELF: They are really cute. Like little beanbag creatures.
ME: Exactly. So...don't do that again, it doesn't work.
MYSELF: Noted.
ME: Also? We need to discuss our left foot.
MYSELF: *shifts uncomfortably* What about it?
ME: You are aware that we hurt it last week, are you not?
MYSELF: Yeeees...
ME: So why have we worn heels to work every day so far, this week?
MYSELF: Um...because heels are pretty?
ME: They hurt. They are making our foot take longer to heal. Wear the flats.
MYSELF: The flats aren't pretty. And they don't look as nice with the gray slacks we're wearing tomorrow.
ME: The heels hurt! At least wear the low stack heels instead of the three-inch spikes.
MYSELF: But they're not--
ME: DEAL WITH IT!
MYSELF: *gulp* Um. Okay.
talking to myself,
health (or lack thereof),
fall-down-go-boom