An Open Question To Myself

Self: Are you ever going to write another blog post? Me: Leave me alone, I'm in a funk. Self: That's not very nice. You've been writing on that one reflection about your hairdresser for about six months, haven't you? Me: I said I was in a funk. Self: Well, you know you received that nice letter from that lady in Kalamazoo wanting to know what the ending was... Me: Okay...I'll work on it later. Now, leave me alone, I'm visiting Sister up north and I'm freezing to death. Plus, I can't find any sweet tea anywhere... Self: That explains it! No sweet tea makes for a very grumpy middle-aged fat woman...Maybe, you should make your own! Me: I think you're right.