Not much left to be tempted by these days. Yellow lights are always tempting. Cookies are tempting. A glass of bourbon or a cigar.
Free tickets to a Sox game aren’t tempting at this point in the season. Booty calls at 12:42am aren’t tempting with George down the hall and out of town job offers aren’t tempting when you do what you love at a place that you love.
I’m sitting here at 4:00am earwormed with that Squeeze song. You know the one I’m thinking about ! ? ! ?
The temptation of pulling out the crockpot this weekend is huge. Bears kickoff the season and slow cooked meat is calling my name.
Live a little this weekend and flirt with temptation and if it’s a good one…. Call me. I might be tempted to join you……
