I Confess...
Through an email notification, I found out my wackjob SIL posted on FB (again with the FB! I live 5 minutes away from you. Pick up the freaking phone already.) that she and her daughter wanted to come visit sometime today. I am purposely not going on FB until well into tomorrow if at all, so I don't have to answer her. Ahem.
I Confess...
The last three nights I have pretended to not hear the baby cry at his 3:00 am feeding so my husband has to get up to do it. I think I may become a very deep sleeper at that time from here on out.
That is really bad, right?
I should feel guilty, right?
Yeah. I don't.
I Confess...
I have no idea what I am going to buy my mother for Mother's Day. The only thing I have thought about getting her is waaaaay out of our agreed upon price range. Now I have nothing.
I Confess...
I have eaten an entire bag of Riesen chocolates in three days. We're talking about the one pound bag. Those things are highly addictive, but oh so good.
Ja.son took one and has been playing with it for the last few days. He's using it as luggage for the top of his matchbox car. He's played with it long enough to melt it some and it's now misshapen.
Now that I've eaten all the rest, Ja.son's is the very last one.
And I want that thing bad...half melted and all.
When I tell him tomorrow that the cat ate it, don't rat me out.
Okay?
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So what do you have to confess? Come on. Let's hear it!
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