I have a problem

One of the first steps of recovery is admitting that you have a problem.

As I sit here typing...I am wearing a black tshirt.

It is the 2nd one I have worn today. The first one was dirtied while I was bathing my black dog.

Today...I had a couple of hours to myself. So, I decided to spend it running errands and browsing around town.

I bought 3 shirts.

Two of them are black.

One was $6.00 and the other was $14.95. Not like I spent a lot of money...but, why do I need black shirts? I am so drawn to them....

I love black.

It must be because of its magical slimming abilities. It hides pesky back fat....they go perfect with jeans, and I love that rebel look.

Last time I did laundry...my pile of clothing was entirely black.

May never change.

But, I did by a pink t shirt to go along with the black one.

So, not that boring.

Ok...so maybe I am that boring.

Oh well.