Responsible Me vs. Playful Me

Once upon a Saturday, Responsible Me tugged the front ends of her jacket, smoothed the backside of her skirt, and seductively whispered in my ear, “You know what a high it is to cross off items on your To Do List. Go on. Think how good you’ll feel.” Playful Me, dressed in a t-shirt and sweatpants, jumped up and down and shouted, “Read one of the books you recently purchased! Order a pizza! Pour a glass of lemonade! Sit on the couch and put your feet up!” Responsible Me tried to guilt-trip Playful Me, but it was too late. Playful Me ordered a pizza. When it arrived she might have flirted with the delivery man who had an exotic accent. Responsible Me and Playful Me shared a cat named Brady who gazed out the second story window of their home. Brady was grateful that National Dog Day had passed, looked forward to a time when felines would be honored, and contemplated which of her dual sides she should entertain next.

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