There are a few things common sense tells me I really shouldn’t do.
I shouldn’t drink wine by myself on a Friday night.
…But the opportunity to tipsily catch up on Downton Abbey while enjoying a bar of dark dark chocolate was too hard to pass up. And by “too hard,” I mean, I didn’t even try.
I shouldn’t take responsibility for other living things.
…But how can I be expected to remember such things as, “life requires water?”
I shouldn’t find bodily functions so funny.
…But I keep eating asparagus anyway.
I shouldn’t have gone tanning on my lunch break.
…But, while I don’t give a fig about being tan, it felt great to be hot, bright and middle-of-the-day naked.
I shouldn’t eat while driving.
…But it’s so dang convenient, distracted-driving hazards aside.
What shouldn’t you be doing?