I don’t like massages. I had my first one ever on our honeymoon and it was nothing short of terrifying. The woman wore bracelets and rings that kept scratching the daylights out of my skin and the oil/lotion she used made me break out in a terrible rash. Fast forward to Thailand where everyone RAVES about the incredible massages. Yeah no. I felt like I got hit by a train after I was stretched like dough for two hours. I swear my body is still sore from the contortions. I suppose some things are just not for me!
I have a weird habit of keeping my sunglasses on even after I’ve entered restaurants and coffee shops. I blame the crazy-strong Hawaii sun.
Someone asked me the other day how I always look so pulled together and I had to stop and collect myself to keep from laughing. The truth is..I don’t wear clothes when I’m at home. There I said it. Please don’t surprise me at my house.
I just started wearing lipstick after graduating from years of wearing only lip gloss. Hold your applause…I’m still deciding on the best colors! If you have favorites, feel free to pass them along.
As soon as I pay off my credit card, I have a weird urge to spend money…but only on sale items. I know — makes no sense!
On that note, my mailman asks me all the time if my husband knows how much I order online. I don’t have the heart to tell him it’s the 21st century and gone are the days of asking permission. Bleh. I could go on and on about this…
I recently purged my entire closet. Anything that was 1. out of style or 2. hadn’t been worn in a year got tossed. Admittedly, it feels darn good!
We went 4 months without a trash can or a couch and just recently acquired both again.
Note to self: cream colored couches look good in one place and one place only. That place is Pinterest. I have no excuse for the trash can other than the lady who bought my couch also wanted a trash can.
|We sat in lawn chairs for much longer than is normal or acceptable.|
I refuse to read the newspaper on my iPad or electronically. Print is not dead!
Judy has two dog beds that she really only lays on about twice a week. She much prefers the guest bed, our bed or the new couch.
Now that we’ve established all that….tell me, what are your confessions?