Anyway, since I'm sneezy and achy, I didn't really feel like doing much today. That includes tracking down my camera to take a picture for the day. Instead, after I worked until I couldn't see anymore, I spent the rest of the afternoon on Facebook. There are a couple of people that I follow that make me laugh and that's exactly what I needed. Mom-spirational is one of my favorites (you should like her page if you need a good laugh!). Anyway, today she shared her 8 top "confessions". She still adds on her fingers, she's afraid of ticks, etc. So I thought I would follow suit. I mean really, who knows everything about everyone? I'm sure the boys will laugh at a few and find out a few things they didn't know. One day, I'll get everyone else to confess to a few things too. So here goes...
Confession #8 - I'm picky about toilet paper. It's the one thing in the house that I will overspend on to get what I want. No exceptions.
Confession #7 - I would love to write a book. I'm a JK Rowling wanna be. Somewhere between Harry Potter and the Twilight you'll find my teen female witch/superhero. She'll be better than Bella and badder than Buffy. Maybe one day.
Confession #6 - I feel guilty when I kill bugs. They have a family too.
Confession #5 - As much as I like Maineville, I miss Columbus. Not the city, not the houses or traffic - just the people. As much as we can all drive each other crazy, I just miss being around family sometimes. It gets awfully lonely here.
Confession #4 - At least once a day (when I'm the only one home), I'm positive someone is breaking into the house. Normally, it's the dogs making noise over my head, but for a split second it's terrifying.
Confession #3 - I pray every night before bed. I know that I don't go to church on Sundays and I don't "re-post" every picture of Jesus that pops up on Facebook. But don't for one second believe that my faith has ever waivered. I just chose to have a more one on one conversation with the Big Guy.
Confession #2 - I've been know to sneak a Twinkie (or other snack) in the pantry to avoid the kids catching me. I didn't want them to ruin their dinner.
Confession #1 - I've rooted for the other team when we were one run away from being run ruled and the game had lasted for hours. I mean really, how long can a t-ball game last? I was tired.
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