I haven't done this FC thing for a couple weeks now and I confess that I'm really excited to link up this week!
I confess that I'm near tears that I can't make it to the meet up with all my blogger friends in Texas in a few weeks.
I confess that I search every day for cheap flights, but the cheapest I found was $412. Boo.
I confess that I do get to visit this awesome lady and I'm travelling with this awesome lady to get there. Myya and I go way back, and it's going to be so fun! I think it's about a 10 hour car ride to get there, but with our combined 5 children...I'm guessing it's gonna take longer. Oh the stories we will have to tell, though!
I confess my kids are getting outta sight excited about the fun things we will do while we're there!
I confess that Myya got me hooked on stupid WordFued. And she kicks my ass every time we play. In fact, right now I have 89 points and she's got 261. She comes up with fake words like "muley" and "qi" and WordFued is like, "Okay Miss Myya, we looooove you and you can make up fake words and we don't care!" And then I try to make up a word and WF is all like, "No MiMi!!! No fake word for you!" EFF WordFued. EFF it.
I confess that my 5 year old beats me at Memory. Every time. Did I mention he's 5? And he beats me. Soundly.
I confess that I think Walmart greeters are ageist. Hear me out! They're all like 89 or something. And when you walk in with 3 or 4 other people, they always say, "Hi, Welcome to Walmart," or some crap like that to the elderly people. But they don't say it to the regular people, like me. They also talk to the moms with babies. So, you have to be either really young (baby) or really old (99% of their Tuesday morning traffic) to get any attention. Whatever. I don't care. I'm on to them now!
I confess that sometimes I leave a comment on a blog and that blogger will reply to me. Like 4 days later. I have no clue what the reply is regarding and can't remember the post OR the comment I left. I also confess that sometimes this happens even if they reply right away.
I confess...that...I get a little bit giddy about the Royal Wedding. I can't even say why, because to tell you the truth, I couldn't give a fig if the monarchy ceased to exist. I think it's because it's William, who I remember watching walk after Di's casket with his adorable brother Harry. I think it's because the romanticism of tradition gets me in the gut. I think it's because he's marrying a "commoner" whom he loves. And I think it's because I'd give my left nut to look like Kate.
Go link up with Mamarazzi if you have something to confess!