(Insert your city here) Vice
First, and most important ... ahhhhhhhhhhh.
I am finally, finally done with my work project, and my poor sore Pisces feet got a much-needed soak tonight. Yayyy!
So I read a column yesterday in USA Today about vices, and I thought, hmm, what's my biggest vice? I don't smoke, I don't drink buckets of coffee, I don't go crazy shopping for shoes ... I have a little bit of a potty mouth sometimes, so swearing is probably mine. I like to say ass a lot and I've been known to give other drivers special names when they cut me off or refuse to let me in or honk at me when I'm looking at my hair in the rear view mirror at a red light.
But then I started to think, OK, I am a complete glutton for french fries, so is that a vice? I like TV ... is that a vice? Magazines? Chocolate-covered Oreos? Or are they simply guilty pleasures? And then I decided that most vices are pretty much in the eye of the beholder. Someone might consider my McDonald's french fries to be on par with a bag of crack; someone else might think of them the way they regard having a glass of wine or a scoop of ice cream at night--something a little indulgent, maybe, but no big deal. I've heard people talk about TV like it is Satan's little sandbox; I happen to think it's wonderful and I would just die without it. And so on.
I think everyone has vices, and that everyone SHOULD have a vice or two as long as, you know, it's not self-destructive or whatever. So my question is ... what's your biggest vice?
(P.S. Duh. Clearly, as my last post indicates, shopping for beauty products is one of my vices. Or guilty pleasures. Or however you want to define it. I have no doubt I'm about to think of a million more.)