Claudia spends yesterday talking some mumbo-jumbo about the glass being half full or half empty. Enter even more psycho-babble when suddenly we're talking about circumstances of the glass and from where in hell the drink even came. If a tree falls in the forest and nobody hears it, did it make a noise? PPPP-leeease!
Let me clarify... the drink isn't mystical or magical. It wasn't retrieved from the Fountain of Youth and it wasn't served on a silver platter by a tall skinny guy in tuxedo. But, it also wasn't my pee. Render yourself lucky.
Here's what I know. We're half way through the year and most of you have done squat about your new year's resolutions. Or, you've made some pathetic effort, but you started seven minutes ago and you'll be out of steam again by the time I say, "Monkey's Uncle."
Get off your duff.
You could curl up in the fetal position crying "Woe is me" or you could wake up, face the music and realize you have 176 days left to make that damn goal of yours happen. What's it gonna be? Lose a few pounds, save some cash, organize that mess of yours or listen to me ride your @$$ come January 1?
And... if you wanna talk psycho-babble, they say the first step to solving your problem is admitting you have one. So what is it?