Forgive me blog world, for I have sinned ...
I confess that I love compliments especially when they involve people telling me how much they love my hair like 3 times already this morning. I'm totally kidding, but not really. As y'all know I got my hair cut yesterday (LOVE it) and I'm sure everyone thinks they have the best hair stylist ever, but I really do. I mean, he is the hair stylist for the Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders. Enough said.
All right, so I tried to take this really quick this morning in the work restroom. So SKEEZEY, I know. I didn't want anyone popping in on me as I took a self-portrait, so this is the best I could do. Ugh, why am I so creepy? I look weird, like a major chester. p.s. this is slept on hair.
I confess that I always use handicap restrooms and handicap changing rooms because I like that they are roomier. So rude, I know.
I confess that I'm secretly nervous a crew from Hoarders is going to bust into my apartment any day now. I am living in squalor, and I have to clean my apartment this weekend if it's the last thing I do. Yes, that's a Miller Lite can on my bathroom counter.
|Grandma and Mom, I swear this is not normal.|
I confess that as a child, I was an aspiring cat mystery writer. My mom dug these up for me and I'm pretty sure you're going to want to order copies of both ASAP.
I confess that I am not Betty Crocker. I had a slight issue baking a Memorial Day cake for the river. Who can't properly bake a boxed cake? Apparently me. I think the issue was that I tried to take it out of the pan before it had cooled off all the way. It was nothing a little icing and sprinkles couldn't fix:
All right ladies, I confessed and now it's your turn. What secrets are you keeping? Spill.