Happy Wednesday, fellow Islanders!
I am a firm believer in keeping a cast of alter egos on hand whenever I contemplate purchasing
yet another bag.
“
Grandma Fim” is never one to mince words. Her advice is always pithy and to the point.
“Buy the damn bag, honey. You ain’t gettin’ any younger.”
Tempted as I am to follow granny’s advice, a second opinion is never a bad thing.
That’s where
“Sigmund Fim” comes in. Of course the first thing Sig wants to know is how many bags my mother owned?
“Just one.” I admit. “But she made up for it by having seven kids.”
Not surprisingly, before Sig can delve further into that little nugget, my
Evil Twin enters the fray.
“You know, we go through this every time.” my Evil Twin reminds me. “How many times has restraint led to regret and you being miserable for months afterwards?”
Good points all, leading inescapably to
Intergalactic Fim.
Resistance being futile, it’s only a matter of time before more bags are assimilated into my collection.
Like maybe even later this week?