But I do have vices. I'm a big fan of the Seven Deadly. Lust, yup. Sloth, totally. Gluttony. that might be my favorite. For dinner the other night we had spinach dip. A whole bowl, with bread. That's it. I often eat things I love to the point of discomfort.
Another favorite vice is bad TV. I mean really bad. Rock of Love, Celebrity Rehab bad. Karl thinks I'm braindead to watch those shows, but I get sucked in. It's so bad, it's not just good, it's addictive. Bad movies on TV too; it's pretty hard for me not to watch, oh, Save the Last Dance or something. I think that urge goes hand in hand with sloth - such an easy way to waste a Sunday afternoon.
Do you guys think shopping is a vice? Lately I'm feeling a little guilty about the quantity and frequency. It's mostly second hand, so it's not expensive, but I feel so much better if I have something new to work with in the upcoming week. I think I'd feel less guilty if I had a bigger closet. There's just something about ramming another hanger into our minuscule closet that makes me a little ashamed. Karl's not without sin in that department, so at least I'm not completely taking over.
There, I've shared some of my vices. What are yours?