It’s been 5 or 6 posts since my last confession.
Temptation took over me and I committed one of the cardinal sins of man. I gave into my lust for the last few swallows of hub’s Dr. Pepper that he left right here on the coffee table. I know he did it on purpose.
There it was resting ever so casually in it’s curvaceous glass with condensation dripping ever so slightly around it. It knew I was thirsting for it’s sticky sweet syrup. It was calling me like the Sirens of Homer, singing it’s song to indulge in my desire. Wait, what just happened here?
Yes I caved and I’m not happy about it, but I will say it was mighty tasty. I’m not going to deny that. I will say that I don’t have any plans to now go on a major bender after my relapse. I figure one D.P. once in a blue moon as a special treat should not kill me in anyway. I think the big guy upstairs understands, I’m only human after all. Besides I openly confessed my sin and will say a few Hail Marys in redemption.
You forgive me too right? Please?