Can't See Because of the Haze

It's funny how we all start off with good intentions--no great intentions.  Then along the way something starts chipping away at our resolve.  Reminds of an ice carver--chip-chip-chipping away at the ice until something emerges--usually a beautiful piece of art.  Although in my case it never brings the soft intake of breath when you behold something beautiful--but a sharp gasp--of horror!  (I love hyphens)

Today was one of those days-when the ice carver was on duty.  First of all it's Easter, so you would think he (always a male who does the damage) would be put to rest today--of all days.  But no, he started after lunch.

I've been doing great with watching what I eat for several weeks now; using the Sparks online program.  We had a gorgeous meal (one in which I prepared) afterwards taking a trip to Callaway Gardens.  Upon returning to the house I was once again engaged with the task of fixing supper.  Walking downstairs to retrieve something I spotted it out of the corner of my eyes or eye, can't remember the angle of my head at the time.

There it was, a special treat from the Easter Bunny, to my son (sorry--he didn't ask for it; way too old for the Easter Bunny) sitting right there on the counter.  That's when I felt the first prick of the ice pick.


"Ouch, stop that!  I'm not going to give in to this--I've been doing great."

"Chip--you know you want it--chip-chip go ahead; just a few won't hurt you."

"What's the big deal--I can deal with just a few--I have the strength of Samson (bad example- all it took was a few snips)."

I won't drag this out--it didn't take long until the air started to turn an orange hue.  My fingers had long since lost their beautiful peachy tone and were now reduced to short stublets of yellow-orange.

Sorry Son I've learned my lesson--no really!

Oh well in the words of a famous Southerner: "Tomorrow is another day!"

You'll not get me again ice-carver!