Table for Eight

 They're magically delicious. Lately I've been thinking a lot about how difficult it is to live my life with consistent goals/purpose. For example, here's a sampling of some of my contradictions just this month: "Eat healthy. Fuel your body. Choose whole foods." "Oh celebrate St. Paddy's Day! Life is meant to be FUN--and making processed marshmallow treats with processed sugary cereal will be F-U-N! Yay! Fun, fun, fun, fun ...." "Don't use cosmetics that test on animals; it just seems so cruel." "We need a medication that happens to be tested on animals. NO PROBLEM WITH ME--fill that prescription." "Use your words to build people up." "Son of a b#*$^! I can't find my keys for the 2,000th time. WHO HAS MY Mother-flippin' keys?" (PS: This happens either out loud or in my head daily. And sometimes over things that are so trivial. My patience level is insanely low for some reason.) ...