Mamarazzi wants to know what we have to confess this week.
I confess...that I'm wearing white sandals today and Easter is still 2 weeks away. Ask me if I care that I am breaking a fashion rule?
I confess...that we may have broken a Baptist rule and danced this week when we found out that we are sticking it to Uncle Sam and he's giving to us instead of the other way around this year.
I confess...that if I EVER have to get out of the shower hair plastered to my head, dripping wet, and buck naked again to get a bottle of shampoo because the last person (read: the Rev) left an empty bottle in there, somebody is going to get hurt.
I confess...that tomorrow is officially sleep-in day...no phone calls before noon, please.
I confess...that I cannot get into Dancing with the Stars this season. We have like 2 weeks worth sitting on the DVR, just taking up space. And if you don't watch it right away, people on Facebook will just spoil it for you anyway, so what is the point?
I confess...that I cannot do metric conversions. All of these jewelry supplies that I want to order are in millimeters and I always have to get out a ruler and draw a little guideline, so I can know if it will work. If you are going to take my American dollars, can't you at least just give me inches?
I confess...that I heard Ms. Jackson by Outkast this AM for the second time this week and it makes me smile!