While I may have few vices, I have a ton of addictions. Let me list them for you in no particular order: Air, Basketball, Baseball, Football, Tennis, Guitar Hero, not dying, not watching commercials about foot disease, washing my hands, sunflower seeds, good music, love, pens, triangular shaped paper clips, iPhones, cherry swirl coffee cake, television, monetary compensation, learning about nose blowing etiquette, the number 9, puzzles about left handed scissors, custom made earphones and compressed natural sunshine. That's the short list anyway.
These addictions have had a profound effect on my life, but none more than my addiction to sunflower seeds. Let me show you a picture I took of my sunflower seed room the other day (yes, I have a room dedicated just to sunflower seeds. I imagine it's similar to the rooms alligator addicts* have.).
As you can see, I have two giant piles of sunflower seeds. My love of sunflower seeds is so great that I feel the need to swim around in them Scrooge McDuck style. The fact that I am unable to resist the urge to swim around in my giant pile of sunflower seeds necessitates a second pile just for eating. Swimming around in my sunflower seeds means that some of them will touch my feet and that's just gross. I have a rule about how once something touches my foot, or anyone's foot for that matter, it is no longer eligible to enter my mouth. If you don't have a problem with that sort of thing though, go ahead and help yourself to the swimming pile.
I know what your thinking. The answer is 3. I bring in 3 truckloads of sunflower seeds a week.
*Word to the wise, you do not want to be at an AAA meeting when someone relapses.
