I always "think" I am going to play along but my follow through is...um, lacking.
I confess...I walked around last Friday with a hickey on my neck, all day, like spam sucking trailer trash or the classy convenience store cashier. HICKEY. ON. MY. NECK.
And I saw friends and talked to them.
I had no idea until my cousin spotted it.
What? The hubs travels! But I agree, there is no good reason to leave a mark.
I confess...I dislike gossip. I mean I like it except when it's about me or it hurts someones feelings. I also dislike girl drama. It can ruin your whole day if not your whole week.
I confess...I hate that people judge me negatively for how many kids I have.
What I really hate is when it's someone who acts like they like me (friends) or should love us unconditionally (family) and yet they make judgements or blanket statements. Worse is when those people judge and then gossip about me to other people.
It has me rethinking my blog. It's partly my own fault for putting it out there. And maybe I should censor.
But when family gossips? It hurts. Especially when it comes from dislike rather than worry about you.
I confess... I may have told my 11 year old she was looked like a porn star/hooker yesterday. In her outfit.
She was wearing her decent coverage 2 piece swimsuit (ready to go swimming) and she went and put on her knee high leather boots to show my friend.
Omg either one with something else and they are fine. BUT THE Combo?!
We sent her to take them off fast.
I confess....the same kid asked recently,"why
Does dad have a box of condoms in his drawer?" Talk about an Awkward conversation.
So there we go. Some juicy confessions.
You can play along with Mamarazzi too.
Or you can just confess to me here in the comments. (Which is what I usually do to Mamarazzi.)
The hubs has been gone all week, toronto until Wednesday and Ohio until today. I confess i'm ready for him to come home, it's been a long week. I need a hot date.
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