Today at work, Spunky Blonde Co-Worker (SBCW) and I were discussing Lent. I had considered giving something up this year, but couldn't decide what - I love all my vices way too much to give them up for so very, very long. SBCW had given up cursing, but since she rarely curses to begin with, she was contemplating giving up something else. Something meaningful. So we debated:
Caffeine?
Both: No. No freakin' way!
Alchohol?
Me: Not with WeetaCon coming next month, no. No way!
SBCW: ???
Me: (Briefly explained WeetaCon to her.)
SBCW: OoooOOOOooohhhh!
Cursing?
SBCW: Already did it.
Me: Again, WeetaCon - I'll totally need my curse words when I'm hangin' with The Cool Kids, drinkin' and smo . . . erm. Yeah. Nevermind.
Spunky Blonde Co-Worker eventually decided to give up beef, and I decided to give up ice cream. Now, ice cream is really not that much of a temptation for me, but I do enjoy a bowl of ice cream or an ice cream treat on the weekends, so I guess it is giving up something.
I am SO going to hell for this. Happy Lent!
Caffeine?
Both: No. No freakin' way!
Alchohol?
Me: Not with WeetaCon coming next month, no. No way!
SBCW: ???
Me: (Briefly explained WeetaCon to her.)
SBCW: OoooOOOOooohhhh!
Cursing?
SBCW: Already did it.
Me: Again, WeetaCon - I'll totally need my curse words when I'm hangin' with The Cool Kids, drinkin' and smo . . . erm. Yeah. Nevermind.
Spunky Blonde Co-Worker eventually decided to give up beef, and I decided to give up ice cream. Now, ice cream is really not that much of a temptation for me, but I do enjoy a bowl of ice cream or an ice cream treat on the weekends, so I guess it is giving up something.
I am SO going to hell for this. Happy Lent!
lmj (alias hez)