Guilty Pleasures

Do you have a guilty pleasure? As for myself, naming only one may prove difficult. Or perhaps I could rationalize this one away and say there are NO guilty pleasures. I’m an adult. Everything is fair game. (So long as I’m calling my mother and paying attention to hubby and the kids, right?)

Ghirardelli chocolate - yum

Oh, but I do love fantasy play! Alright, my number one guilty pleasure…

Does flirting count?  It’s not chocolate cake (that I so desperately yearn for), but it is equally as fulfilling. I am a living breathing woman with needs and, eh-hem, ego. I am getting older, wider—er, I mean, wiser.  Yes, older and wiser is what I’m getting and when the bag boy at my local supermarket smiles bright and asks, “Are these your kids?”

As though he’s surprised that a woman of my youthful appearance could have produced elementary-aged children—upper elementary-aged children, to be exact. Well, it’s an easy mistake to make (a lie I’ll continue to tell myself) so I smile in reply and say, “Why yes, they are.”

“Wow…” he utters in shock.

Sweet child.  Of course he must be younger than he looks because if he had a lick of worldly sense about him, he would know that no woman in her right mind would take another person’s child to the grocery store, let alone two. Shoot—it’s not even wise to take your own kids to the store let alone someone else’s!

And to think I had grown older and wiser.  (Perhaps I have a few years to go before that particular feature kicks in.) Yes, well, can we get back to chocolate?  At least I’ve grown wise enough to distinguish between good chocolate and bad chocolate.  You know, as in:  I only eat dark chocolate. 

Okay, that’s a lie.  The best chocolate pudding cake is not made from dark chocolate but my ever so favorite milk chocolate with caramel between the layers, topped with milk chocolate frosting…

Speaking of frosting, I believe I’m plum out.  I think it’s time I head to the grocery store right now—without the kids.  Heaven knows they’ll want some of my cake if they see me buy it!  (Told you it wasn’t a good idea to shop with children.)  Now if you’ll excuse me, I think it’s time I practice my “innocent” look—before the kids and hubby get home. Of course, they’ll forgive me if I whip up some of these! My daughter, anyway. 🙂 Too cute!!

cupcake fun

How about you?  Any guilty pleasures you want to share?

Posted on July 29, 2013, in Blog Posts. Bookmark the permalink. 5 Comments.

  1. Christy Hayes

    I was never any good at flirting, so I’d have to say ice cream. My mother spoiled us by delivering us a cone every night. I don’t eat it every night, but I sure want to. Those cupcakes look adorable!

  2. Ice cream would pair perfectly with those shoes 🙂

  3. Cake. I love cake. I love chocolate, too, but I’d pick a cupcake with sprinkles over chocolate any day. I worked in bakery when I was a teenager and you’d think I’d shrivel up at the scent of buttercream. But I don’t. In fact, it’s probably one of my favorite smells. If they could bottle it into a cleaning spray and use it at the gym, my life would be perfect. 🙂

  4. Okay, mine’s not food, although I love chocolate and cake and ice cream. 🙂 My guilty pleasure is a massage. My DH thinks they should be reserved for vacation time, but I dream of going for one every week … and sometimes I get carried away and do just that. 🙂

  5. Hmm…I would agree about massages, but I don’t feel guilty about them. I got one last week after lugging my shoulder bag through the airport during my trip to RWA Nationals. I felt like I earned it!

    I’m no good at flirting, either, although the main character of my WIP is an expert at it. That’s the value of editing — not an option in real life.

    Pretty much any sweet treat is a guilty pleasure for me. Brownies top the list. They are so decadent — pretty much everything in them is bad for you. I try not to think about that. 🙂

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