I confess...Blogger is pissing me the hell off tonight (I'm typing this out around 11:15 on Thursday night). It's been a very long day...why can't Blogger just get with the dang program?
I confess...I'm about to murderize my husband. I love him. I love him. I love him! But he refuses to listen to
I confess...I was going to go to Target today at lunch. I made it *to* Target, but I didn't make it *in* Target. Why? Because the hubs wouldn't stop talking. Seriously.
I confess...I contemplated leaving the cell phone on the seat of the car, going in to Target to do my business and coming back out - I bet he would've still been talking. *sigh*
When I start a new project, I totally obsess about it and get very disappointed when it doesn't turn out the way I pictured it in my head.
I confess...If I go to a store that has a beauty department, I go there first. Every. store. To look for polish, of course!
I confess...This is what I look like this morning while I'm reading my blogs. What you can't see is the makeup still on my face left over from yesterday, the boxers and the LL Bean slippers - the outfit of winners!
Whew! I feel better. A good confession is always good for the soul. Join in, won't you?