Empty promises

First of all, I just want everyone to know that I'm dressed like a 6th grade teacher today.

And it took me 97 minutes to get to work today. My back hurts real bad. And although I like to think I'm a pretty calm, cool, collected kind of girl, my stress level peaked at about 7:55 this morning to the point that if I was doing one of those treadmill tests on Biggest Loser, Dr. Huizenga's head would have exploded and my 'real body age' went up at least 13 years. Which would mean when you google me on..well, google, the website that says I'm 36 years old would be accurate.

**If you do google me, please note I am not a librarian in Tennessee nor do I write erotic books.

Do you know that feeling you get when you know you've been spending too much money, but you have to go on to wellsfargo.com to pay a bill? It's like a pit in your stomach, aching feeling that you have to power through and it's so miserable that you make promises to yourself that you will do whatever it takes to never have to feel this feeling again.

You non-unlimited texts/minutes people might be familiar with the feeling when you have a week until your bill closes, but know you've gone roughly $40 over your plan. You have to text #msg# and #min# to check for sure and while it's 'retrieving data' you get that aching feeling again. So you make a promise to commit to screening all calls, only having conversations over 5 minutes with t-mobile customers, and replying to texts via facebook.

Or when you get a charlie horse in the middle of the night and promise God you'll never miss church again, you'll sponsor a child, you'll tithe 10%, and commit yourself to a life of celibacy if only He'll make it stop.

Or possibly you would recognize it as the same feeling you got when Chris Daughtry got kicked off American Idol too early and you promised yourself you'll never watch that show ever again.

I get that feeling when I watch the Twins. But I'm not telling you the promises I've made because Lord knows I won't keep them.