I know you're quaking in your boots that I have a real post up, right?
Thought I'd do some confessions to warm up the 'ol fingers and get the inspiration working again.
I will probably spill my guts next week about how awful my last few weeks have been...but for now I just want to do a quick run down.
I confess...xanax is good.
I confess...Downton Abbey is good. And, yes, I used to call it Downtown Abbey. Der.
I confess...I want a British accent. Or Scottish or Irish. Whichever.
I confess...there are way to many adults in this world that need throat punched and, regrettably, I only have 2 fists. And no time to go to jail.
I confess...mom guilt sucks.
I confess...I can't wait for this summer. Really. I hope May flies by. And then I want the summer to drag.
I confess...you might have noticed a bunch of ads here lately...I try to only do them on the weekends but mama needs some money. Especially with the out of this world medical bills coming up. Ouch.
I confess...You'll be seeing more. I apologize in advance. Just ignore them.
I confess...my Craft Fair. Remember? It. Bombed. I'll share that with you at some point too. There's not much to tell though...literally.
I confess...I guess warmin' up the fingers wasn't too painful.