The pizza I ate for lunch.
The fact that I spent faaaaaar too much money on my trip to the east coast. Ugh. Time to make that money again.
I'm feeling guilty that I can't concentrate on work and that I'm contemplating leaving early today or ditching tomorrow to go to the beach. I love this weather and it's driving me crazy!
I echo Kristen. I ate one too many pieces. My tummy hurts. Why couldn't I have shown some restraint?!
Blogging instead of working on my manuscript ... hee, hee! :-)
I feel guilty (not really) that I wasn't at ALL listening during our staff meeting, yet I pretended I was taking notes...instead I was plotting my next novel! :-0
Don't get me started on guilt. Me and most of my generation were brought up on guilt. The gift that keeps giving. Crazy#$&@!()*&^%$
That my mind wasn't in the right place for work today.
That I can't/won't/don't feel like answering my emails.
The stuff that needs to be done around the house, like vacuuming up dog hair, actually dusting the furniture instead of wiping at it, etc.Don't ever feel guilty about going to the beach!
That I have a stack of to-be-written thank you notes that has been sitting there for far too long. That my kids feet are getting dirty from walking on our floors.That I pretend to care about someone when I really don't. I could go on and on...What can I say? I'm Catholic.Beach guilt?! No no no! Plop yourself down and relax! You deserve it!
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