my archenemy

my wonderful neighbor brought this lovely, beautiful, delicious-looking pie to us sunday evening.

and for the past two days, it's been staring me down and we've been having this constant dialogue:

pie: "come on, just do it. eat me. just one piece."

me: "no way."

pie: "nobody's here, no one will ever know."

me: "but i'll know."

pie: "so what? who cares? a little pie never hurt anyone . . ."

me: "but a whole pie? because that's how much i can eat of you."

pie: "that's okay. just do it. i can take it."

now, i'm no stranger to withstanding sugary temptation, but for some reason, this pie has singled me out and is seriously wanting to take me down. a few times i was so close to dumping the whole thing in the trash, but i couldn't get past the beautifulness of it! how could i dump such a work of pie art in the trash?

and josh? he's no help. that one piece that has been eaten? yeah, that's all he's eaten in the past two days! if i was not off sugar, that pie would have been devoured in about twenty minutes after it was delivered to it's final resting place. for sure.

i even had to call josh at school and tell him how mean that pie has been to me. i told him, "what do i do about this pie? it is seriously talking trash. can you please do something with it?"

he just laughed and said he'll do something with it . . . tomorrow. i don't have that much time! he could come home tomorrow and find me dead. death by pie. it could happen.

but do you know what keeps me strong? what exactly it is that helps me resist this awful temptation? 

the fact that basically it comes down to the pie . . . or skinny jeans.

skinny jeans will always win.