Friday Confessions. Linking up with Mamarazzi. Here we go.
I confess…that the beers at the ball park last night seemed like a good idea at the time. This morning? Not so much. A tiny Friday morning hangover to kick off the weekend. Ugh.
I confess…that I was starting to wonder if Friday would ever get here. This has been the friggin longest short week in the history of the world.
I confess…that I have eaten at the chipstand 3 times this week. THREE times. That’s not cool.
I confess…that I have no idea why I bother spending almost half an hour in the morning straightening my hair when there are chunks of it that clearly want to do their own thing. Stupid naturally-curly hair.
I confess…that I was looking forward to tonight all week because I’m planning to make jello shots for our Canada Day Committee wrap party tomorrow. Now, I’m kind of thinking I might just rather have a nap.
I confess…that I love this hot, dry weather. I’m not allowed to say that around here (apparently it’s not conducive to growing sod. who knew.)…but I love the sun, I love the heat, I love my tan, and I love that I get to float in Lindsay’s pool tomorrow. I’m holding off on the rain dance. The crispier my lawn gets, the less I have to mow it.
I confess…that I really need to get off my ass next week and be more active. Since the “eating healthy” thing isn’t happening right now, I should at least be upping the exercising, no?
I confess…that a co-worker asked to see my hacked-off thumb, and when I peeled back the band-aid to show him, I was highly embarrassed to realize it barely looks like a nick. Swear to God, it bled like a mother-trucker. He doesn’t believe me.
I confess…that I showed my friend Brenda the blister between my toes last night, and she warned me to keep an eye on it for infection. So now I’m paranoid. They’re probably going to have to amputate my foot.
I confess…that I’ve watched Magic Mike clips on youtube every day this week. Seriously, watching Channing dance is one of my greatest joys.
And with that…Happy Friday! :)