Confession: One day this week, I went back to bed after the kids left for school. After I woke up mid morning, I did my run on the treadmill...then I took another nap. That day was blissful.
Confession: This week I started watching Dawson's Creek on netflix, as I do my daily running. Started at season 1 episode 1. Don't judge.
Confession: I hate wearing shoes.
Confession: I'm always worried I have something in my teeth after mealtimes, and can't think straight until I go brush my teeth.
Confession: I usually carry around a toothbrush in my purse.
Confession: I like to watch people in stores. It's the perfect reality television.
Confession: I hate it when people say "Smile! It can't be that bad!" or something along those lines because they think I look mad.
Confession: I think throwing up is just about the end of the world. I'd rather have so many other forms of pain inflicted on me, than to throw up.
Confession: I have panic attacks when I go to the dentist.
Confession: I'm usually asleep by 9pm every night.
Confession: I take a lot of pride over how quickly I can type.
Confession: I have one or two white hairs that grow extra long on my chin. They are stubborn to pluck and often stay hidden until they are about 1 inch long, and jutting out of my chin with utter abandon. I can't believe people haven't noticed them before. As alert as I am to their ever-growing presence, every once in a while one grows long enough to warrant endorsement 20 feet away. Then I feel embarrassment over who might've seen it and didn't say anything to me. Pluck! It's gone...until next time.
Confession: Most months I only shave my legs once a week. During the summer time, it's almost everyday.
Confession: I have tons of moles, but my favorite one is on my second to smallest toe on my left foot.
Confession: I am almost always cold.
Confession: I talk in my sleep. A lot.
Confession: I wear pajama bottoms most of the days, unless I have to leave the house. Then I change.
Confession: I don't need to wear deodorant. I don't stink and I am almost always dry.
Confession: I prefer scented fruit-flavored lotions to perfume.
Confession: I want to have more babies. Everyday I want this. But we decided five was it for us, and so be it.
Confession: I still get shy, even when I'm around friends.
Confession: I'm done confessing.