Tammi's World

Define Desperate

I have no shame. None. Sometimes all I can do is shake my head and just not fight it.

I'm just not cosmopolitan. At all. Oh, I can fake it with the best of 'em, but only for short periods of time. In the long run? Yeah, I'm pretty country.

Take this morning for instance. I'm still trying to stop smoking. I've backed off on the meds because of the way they make me think (sluggish) and how they just really kill my stomach. That being said, I'm back to not smoking that much at all. In Florida I was up more than I like, but since coming home I'm still at under 1/2 a pack a day. That's pretty damned good for me.

Wait, wandered off the point there for a moment.

This morning. The only room they had was a non smoking room. I will NOT smoke in a non smoking room. Will. Not. Do. It. Period.

But I really crave a cigarette with my coffee in the morning. Plus, it's going to be a very busy day and then a long wait in the airport so I really REALLY need that morning smoke.

Problem? Not for me. I slipped my coat on over my jammies, slid into my high heeled pumps and headed out the front door. Yes, there I stood, outside the front door of a Holiday Inn in Long Island New York with a mug of coffee and a cigarette in my high heels and jammies. Lovely.

Luckily my rep is not an early riser so I think he'll never know. There is just something not right about having folks that work for you see you dressed like that. Although I could have just passed it off as my costume from last night. But then again, probably not.

Posted by Tammi at November 1, 2006 06:41 AM | TrackBack