Can’t believe it’s Monday already. I’m linking up with the lovely Stasha over at The Good Life for Monday Listicles. This week’s list is Ten Guilty Pleasures and was chosen by Miss Marina Star. I try to make it a practice not to feel guilty about many things…..especially things that bring me pleasure. I did manage, however, to put together a list and I hope you will enjoy:
Cooking shows. Paula Dean. The Barefoot Contessa. The Iron Chef. Chopped. 30 Minute Meals. Not My Momma’s Meals. So many good shows. So little time. And? I never try the recipes featured on any of the shows. I just like to watch. (There’s something about that Barefoot Contessa, don’t you think?)
Pedicures. I go to The M Resort Spa Mio here in Vegas for my pedicures and it’s like walking on a cloud right into heaven. The technician is gorgeous and she brings me delicious fruity beverages and massages my feet. She smiles at me, even when my feet are so rough from wearing flip flops that she has to scrape them with an industrial-strength-sandblasting-tool. She treats me in the manner to which I would like to become accustomed.
In-N-Out Burger. Best.Burger.Ever. I try to keep this guilty pleasure under control because of the obvious calorie overload. I do, however, treat myself a couple times a year. YUM-E-Liscious.
Dancing while nobody’s watching. Yes I do this. Yes I’m 58. Yes I don’t care what anyone thinks. I love to dance and it’s not hurting anybody’s eyeballs because I do this in private. And? I got moves like Jagger. And? You’re welcome for the visuals.
Tootsie Roll Pops. Don’t you remember how good those were? Seriously a suckful of pleasure. And NO, I’m not too old for Tootsie Roll Pops. Neither are you. I say the hell with how it looks, Suck On!
Sara’s Sleep, my continuing fiction saga. I am in love with Sara and all the characters in my soap opera. Why a guilty pleasure? Because I spend a lot of time each week, perfecting the story and stressing out over the sketch that accompanies said story. I could be doing other things, but I don’t want to.
Handbags. I am a self-proclaimed purse whore and I am not ashamed. I can’t afford the fancy ones like Louis Vuitton; however, I will full-on body-slam any little old lady who gets between me and that perfect handbag at Kohl's.
Watching anything George Clooney is in. Yes, I know I’m gay. Don’t judge. Everyone thinks about jumping the fence now and then. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.
Sappy movies on Lifetime Channel. Sadly I have no explanation for this one. Sometimes I just go astray.
Adult book and “toy” stores. WHAT? I suppose it’s really a Naughty Pleasure. Close enough. Am I right?