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I have really bad road rage. One time someone cut me off and I actually followed them briefly until I realized I had gone bat shit crazy. It's a wonder I haven't run someone off the road.
Despite my crazy road tendancies, and the amount of time I bitch about the traffic....I actually like my commute. It's a mindless 30 minutes every morning and every afternoon where I can listen to whatever I want and no one is bugging me. Sometimes 10 minutes will go by and I'll realize I don't even have the radio on. Scilence really is golden.
Jamie comes home with an average of 3 art projects a week. I used to try and save them all until I realized I'd need a small storage unit to keep them. I now hang them on the fridge until a new one comes home and then retire the old one....to the trash. My husband says I'm heartless, but really, how many can I realistically save before needing to be on that show Hoarders?
I occasionally use an online Scrabble dictionary when playing Words with Friends. I don't think of it as cheating, I think of it as using my resources.
Sometimes I still have to count on my fingers for simple math. 8+5 stumps me every single time.
If I didn't catch the current events/news segment on my morning radio talk show, chances are I don't know it happened.
If it weren't for spellcheck....I'd never spell definitely right.
If I'm already out of the office for work stuff, I will run my own errands.....on work time.
See that fancy blog button up there? I spent an entire nap time working on it. Further proof that I'm computer illiterate.
I had a love affair with a bag of candy corn pumpkins last weekend.
I still haven't sent out Jamie's Birthday Thank You's. From August. Coming from the self proclaimed TY note nazi herself....that's downright embarassing.
I'm not normally size obsessed, but last week I tried on a sweater from Target and refused to by it because I would have needed the 2X. Call me vain, but I have NOT lost 71 pounds so I can buy a freaking 2X. PASS!Now go link up and confess your deep, dark secrets!