It happened like this:
Me: I need some chocolate
Self: No you don’t
Me: Yes, I think I do
Self: You want it…You don’t need it
Me: One piece won’t hurt
Self: That’s the same argument you gave yesterday and then you ate 8
Me: I did not!!!
Self: Yup..pretty sure you did.
Me: Do you not have anything better to do than count how many chocolates I eat.
Self: You did ask for my help..
Me: Well I meant if I was to really go overboard
Self: 8 is overboard and you didn’t work out today or yesterday like you said you would
Me: Why don’t you go get busy counting my socks or something?
Self: Because you made me do that a week ago and the number hasn’t changed
Me: You are so self righteous…maybe if you had more chocolate you would be more understanding
Self: Look fat ass…you want to eat chocolate till you are a thousand pounds you go ahead. Just don’t be blaming me like you always do
Me: Well maybe you should be coming up with better arguments then
Self: Here we go again….It’s always my fault. You eat chocolate and then say I didn’t try hard enough to help.
Me: Well you let me down sometimes
Self: You are impossible. Now you have me thinking I need chocolate
Me: I’ll go get it…You wait here
Self: Yeah…and you’ll eat some in there while I’m not there to count
Help Me…I am a sick person!!!