Actually, probably nothing I confess is every really a sin...I take care of all that sin stuff before I even get out of bed, I bet. They're all in my head, ya know.
I thought it would be fun to get some random stuff off my chest though because it's been a while since my last confession!
I confess...No matter how old I get I will never hang my foot over the edge of the bed at night. Why? Because a monster will eat it. Duh.
I confess...When I walk through the grocery store I live in hyper-vigilant fear that someone will take out the back of my ankle with their cart. You know...the bottom part of the cart? It has a bar on it? One time my own husband accidentally rammed me with that bar. It was painful! And it bled. And it bruised. He should still feel bad about that.
I confess...It was one of those injuries that as soon as it happens three or four cuss words pop out. Loudly. And instant "pissed off-ness" ensues. Have you ever had one of those?
I confess...I decorated for Fall yesterday. It felt so weird because it's 85 degrees out. How do you people do it..."you people" meaning the Southerners and people who live in warm places.
I confess...I undressed and redressed a sleeping baby a couple weeks ago...just because I wanted to basically play dress up.
I confess...I set my alarm at least 3 times every night. Obsessive compulsive much?
I confess...I like Diet Coke better than Diet Pepsi, but I like regular Pepsi better than regular Coke.
I confess...I miss a lot of old bloggers. Bloggers that used to blog but decided to become more "writer-ish" and now never visit anyone. Bloggers who are friends but don't have time to blog anymore. I guess they have "real lives" or something...? Weird-o people.
I confess...A neighbor boy came to play yesterday and asked Big Boy if he would come ask me if he (the neighbor boy) could come in and use the bathroom. Number 2. I told him no freaking way. You can't come to my house and take a dump when your own crapper is a couple minutes away. Ick.
I confess...I might fundamentally disagree with everything that comes out of Bill Clinton's pie hole, but I do enjoy listening to him talk. He can be pretty dang funny.
I confess...If I made every recipe I pin on Pinterest and then actually ate it...I'd weigh 8,456 pounds.