Forgive me blog world, for I have sinned ....
I confess that someone, maybe even Jesus, hates me. If you're my Twitter or Facebook friend, then you probably already read about this story. However, I'm sure you'll still get a laugh the second time around. Here's why:
Last night I was at Aldi picking up some groceries and maybe a bottle of wine jumped in my grocery cart. There I was checking out and minding my own business, when I out of the corner of my eye I see my wine bottle start to topple off the conveyor belt. Naturally, I'm going to jump to the wine's rescue.
Before I know it, I'm on the floor surrounded by a puddle of glass and sweet nectar. Swear. The people's faces waiting in line to check-out looked a little something like this:
Trust me people, I was just as shocked and confused as you. I leapt forward, but ended up losing my balance and flying backwards (I blame the Old Navy flips with zero traction that I was wearing).
All I could think when I realized I had just tumbled to the ground was, "this is not my life." All in the name of wine. But seriously, someone must hate me because I didn't even end up leaving with a bottle of wine. All I got was a bruised elbow and ego.
I confess last Friday I ate a donut (& a few donut holes) and Slimfast for breakfast. They cancel each other out, right?
I confess I did laundry 2 weekends ago and didn't put it away until last night.
I confess the highlight of my week was the Real Housewives of New Jersey premiering last night.
I confess that last week I had to carry my nephew, his car seat plus my Mary Poppins purse down my stairs, so I did what any other normal person would do. I strapped him into the car seat and carried him down the stairs buckled into the car seat. He said "Aunt Lindsey, I'm scared. You're gonna drop me." I would never drop cargo as precious as this:
Happy Tuesday! What do you confess?