Knock, knock.
Who's there?
Diet.
Ugh. I am NOT playing this with you.
Oh, come on. Humor me. It'll be fun.
Fine. Diet who?
Mmm hmm. That's precisely what I was wondering. What diet calls for chocolate chip cookies at 7 AM?
I put the blame entirely on you. And incidentally, which part of this was supposed to be fun?
Me?! I'm your Inner Goddess, not your Inner Glutton.
Who can tell the difference? It's a very fine line. Besides, it wasn't gluttonous. Two (or three if you were actually paying attention) cookies have the same amount of calories as my standard bowl of oatmeal AND I did two hours of power yoga yesterday. So, cut me some slack.
Cut your jeans some slack.
That's it!
I tremble in fear. Listen, can't we come to some kind of arrangement? It's not like I enjoy being bitchy. Let's say you stop over-eating, get us back to, well, at least 10 pounds within our ideal weight range, do something about that hair and I'll stop harassing you.
Fine.
Deal?
Deal.
Oh, and clean your room.
Don't push it.