...and when I could have used it.
When is it time to stop eating after a Coke, handfuls of Fritos, a 14oz rib steak, roasted potatoes, Greek salad. Maybe after the ice cream covered in fruit and heaping spoonfuls of whipped cream? Nowhere in your meal should the word 'cream' appear twice. I feel sick.
When to remove yourself from situations and conversations that are a) none of your business and b) soo negative that if you had a gauge it would be off the charts. Always, always, always take the high road uttering curse words and gesturing violently with your arms. Mature.
When to keep your mouth shut about dropping your cob of corn on the ground and not sounding like a 4 year old who just dropped her lollipop in the sand. Wait, sidebar: I think corn IS the adult lollipop - although the traditional ways to enjoy each of them are dramatically different. Yummy.
When to say goodbye and know that it truly is the best decision for you. The other person may not appreciate what you have done but in time they will realize that you could have ripped their heart out one painful piece at a time and instead you walked away. I could never be one of those wives with a whipped husband. The whole thing just makes me feel icky. Icky.
When to let go and keep faith in the choices you made all the while knowing you can never go back. There's a certain finality to that one. Excruciating.
Confession... most times, I ain't got it. Shocker.
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Eesh. Rough weekend?
As for the food, you need to do it sometimes!
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