Typical conversation with Jeb:
JEB: “Would you like that last piece of Boston creme pie for dessert?”
ME: “No thank you. I’m full. You have it.”
JEB: “How about chocolate chip cookies warm from the oven?”
ME: “No thank you. As I said, I’m full. Besides, I’m already fat enough as it is.”
JEB: “You’re not fat.”
ME: “Yes I am. I’ve seen me. I’m fat.”
JEB: “I’ve seen you and you’re not fat. You’re curvy.”
ME: “Yeah, exactly: the curve of my belly proceeds me down every path.”
JEB: “So do you want ice cream? We have ice cream. It’s really good; sweet and creamy and we have bananas, green like you like them, and chocolate and carmel sauce to go with it.”
That conversation is quoted from last night. Like I said: typical.
He tries sooooo hard to aid and abet me in my every downslide both real and potential which makes it an especially good thing that I have no inclination whatsoever toward drugs or alchohol.
“Oh look! Here’s a cliff! Isn’t it beautiful? Let’s jump!”
“Better yet, you jump. I’ll just stand here and give you moral support.”
And no I did not give into temptation this time. Instead, I tell him “Get thee behind me Devil.”
He grins as though he’d just LOVE to do that… but I know otherwise. Gotta love him though.
Who’s the Devil on your shoulder? Do we all have them or is it just me?