So anyways, today's topic for the Blogtember challenge is to write about a time that you were very afraid. At first, I really struggled with this topic. I am a 'fraidy cat about a lot of things, and I live with a constantly hightened sense of fear. So to isolate one particular moment of fear... that is hard. Then today, it came to me. Not a memory, but the realization that I am right now very frightened of this:
clowns and mascots. That cake is calling to me, beckoning, begging me to take it out and grab a fork. No additional plate needed. No knife needed. Just me and some delicious chocolate topped in cheesy chocolate, coated with yet more chocolate. My waistline is quivering it's so frightened that I will succumb to the temptation, and allow it to be swept away on a tide of bad decisions and utter deliciousness. My thighs are practically hiding under the bed, for fear that the evil cellulite will find them again.
It's a dangerous time in our household right now.
On a lighter note, I have this absolutely irrational fear that someday I will be forced to relive sorority recruitment all over again, from start to finish. And let's face it; if that though does not strike terror in your soul, nothing in this world ever could. It's a wedding bridal party gone horribly wrong.
Now that I've freaked myself out all over again, I'm going to count down the hours until 5pm, when I can have some beer and forget all about this traumatizing topic. Happy weekending!