Wednesday, January 13, 2010

Confession Wednesday 1/13

Bless me my bloggy friends.  It has been 1 month (gasp!) since my last Confession Wednesday post.  Since I am obviously wracked with guilt from all of my impure thoughts. . . onto my free therapy.

I confess that in order to keep my layer of fat healthy to survive the winter with no end, I ate sweetened condensed milk straight out of the can.  No.  I am not kidding.  I just opened up the can and dug right in with my spoon.  I won't say that it was pretty,  but, it was yummy  . . .and sweet . . . and delicious.  It was especially good on pretzels, too.  You know that salty, sweet combo can't be beat! (And if you have not ever tried this fine confection, go get yourself to the nearest store, buy a can of the Eagle brand sweetened condensed milk, and then you can commence eating yourself happy.  I know.  I know.  You are welcome.)

I confess that rather than resorting to sitting on my two year old to get her clothed, I allowed Ellerie to wear her princess pajama top for two days in a row.  Night. Day. Night. Day. Again.  By the end of the wearing, Snow White looked a bit tanned from the hot chocolate spilled on her, and Cinderella definitely looked like her before pic. . . minus the birds and mice mulling around.  No matter.  Ellerie had clothes on and frankly, in my world, that is what mattered.

I confess that I have been systematically pulling hubby's dirty clothes out of the shared dirty laundry pile.  No.  I don't want him to go to work with a rank aroma.  And, no.  I am not trying to teach him a lesson. (Although I should after he recently tried to "help" with the laundry and washed a few loads with fabric softener instead of detergent!)  I am actually trying to conduct an informal science experiment.  I am trying to prove that the majority of my mountain of laundry is made by hubs himself.  He, of course, seems to disagree.  We'll see who wins when he is out of clean socks.  

I confess that if my daughter auditioned for American Idol and she sounded like a cat having sex, I would be the first person to put her out of her misery.  Mothers everywhere, listen up! You should be ashamed of yourselves for letting your babies think that they can actually sing. Isn't your job as a mother to periodically dash the hopes and dreams of your offspring thereby causing them to go to therapy?  Hmmmm???  By shirking your motherly duties, you have now hurt people's hearing across the nation.  Fortunately, it hurts so good, as bad singing makes for great TV.

I confess that I did not brush my hair at all yesterday.

I confess that I love my short hair do.

I confess that I hate the gray hairs that are popping up everywhere, despite my recent trip to the hair salon for color.  I confess that I am still armed with my trusty sharpie marker for just such hair related emergencies, and I will use it at will to keep those gray hairs at bay.  

I confess that I am fighting off an overwhelming urge to visit my local Krispie Kreme.  The store owners must have sensed my burning desire as they had the Hot Now sign lit up in red neon.  They obviously are the devil's spawn.

And with that, dear friends, I am off.  

By the way, would you like to link up your own confessions?  Let me know in the comments if this is something that you would like to do, otherwise,  I confess I have no desire to figure out how to set up a MckLinky.

Happy Wednesday!


  1. stopping by from SITS...

    I do the SAME thing with my hubby's laundry haha! Men need visuals what can I say haha!

  2. That's a good one..washed clothes with fabric softener! Sometimes those american idol performances have us rofl..and sometimes we just have to sits and stare and think REALLY, are you kidding me!. You're short hair does look good on you..and I've been dying my hair since the lovely age of 29 due to those colorless intruders that have sprouted.

  3. Great confessions today and you always manage to make me feel like I'm not alone (especially after your comments on my blog yesterday--thank you so much, you are too sweet!). My kids often wear the same stuff more than one day in a row (their choice, not mine!) and I am too tired to argue with them. I haven't brushed my hair since yesterday, either, and Krispy Kreme is always calling my name, but I'm trying to resist. So hard when I'm so stressed out....

    p.s. what is it with husbands making all the dirty laundry?!? my Hubs makes A TON!

  4. I confess that I'm not entirely sure what my natural hair color is.

  5. The Hot Now sign was on? Oh,man, now I think I need to drive directly to the nearest Krispy Kreme......thanks.

  6. Okay since we are confessing... My daughter and I made a cake with homemade icing because I confess I ate the icing (some..not all we bought at the store right out of the Betty Croker container and it was goooodddd! Another confession I have many times let her stay in her pjs rather than argue about getting dressed! Following your blog looking forwarding to reading more.

  7. Thanks for your confessions Annie! You always make me laugh. I hope you don't mind, I quoted you on my Facebook today. I just love what you said about American Idol. I couldn't have said it better!:-)


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