I confess...It's been a long week. Between my respiratory whatever it was and Thing 2's diarrhea and horrible diaper rash, I'm spent (literally and figuratively).
I confess...I've never been so happy to be in a drug-induced coma sleep. Seriously. I'm not saying that drugs are good (cuz drugs are bad, m'kay) but they're good.
I confess...I'm super happy I got my car back on Wednesday. Don't get me wrong...the rental car was AWESOME, but it wasn't *my* car.
I confess...With the arrival of my gigantic box 'o goodies, I now, officially, have too many bottles of polish. I already had a lot...now I have more than a lot.
|90 (yes, 90) bottles of polish - arrived individually wrapped in a large flat-rate box|
I've been on a green polish kick lately and of the dozen or so green polishes I have, I *still* don't have the perfect green that I see in my head.
I confess...I have a love/hate relationship with one of my docs. I love him to death, but every time he says "Send a bubble to MacPractice", I want to shoot myself.
I confess...It's my Mom's birthday and I'm a horrible daughter. I didn't get her card sent out on time and it won't get to her til next week. Do me a solid and jump over to her blog and wish her a hap-hap-happy birthday. Pretty please.
I confess...I am counting down the days (21 to be exact) til I get to see my parents.
I confess...If you had told me 15 years ago that I would be so excited to see them, I probably would've told you you needed to have your head checked.
*whew* I feel better!! I hope you all enjoy your Friday and your impending weekend. And, while you're at it, confess something for me...it'll make *both* of us feel better!