- I don’t kill spiders. I destroy them and make all their body parts fall off. Then I leave them as a warning to the others.
- During one of Stevie’s therapy sessions, I was rocking the floor play, trying to get Stevie pumped up, when my button-up shirt basically flew open. Three buttons at least. Down to my belly button, it was all hanging out. The MALE therapist pretended not to see. I only died a little on the inside.
- Stevie has been playing with the iPad more since our trip. The only problem is he somehow always finds these Russian toy videos and is now starting to repeat what they are saying! Hey pal, ya can’t even speak English yet. Let’s work on that before we start with the foreign languages, k?
- I finally found it! The chambray shirt to end all other chambray shirts. Perfect shade of blue. Perfect loose-but-not-too-loose fit. Perfect length to wear with regular pants or hide my butt in leggings. I wear it once, then go off and wash it with a bright yellow “Ghost Train” ticket in the front pocket. Like a frickin amateur. Ruined.
- I am convinced I either have a sodium deficiency or a super power when I do things like eat my edamame with salt and soy sauce.
You and my Mom are soul-sisters with #5, I tell ya! 🙂
The spider thing…sorta FREAKING ME OUT right now…js
really don’t want them getting too comfortable. also terrified if i don’t get them, they will somehow get me.
These are amazing confessionals. I love it.