Mamarazzi wants to know what we have to confess this week.
I confess...that it might be time to get some sun. The Rev called me pasty last week. Why is it that vampires are all sparkly and stuff in Twilight and I am just plain, old pasty?
I confess...that STARZ has been running either The Last Song or Dear John every night for the past 2 weeks and I have watched them both so many times that I have lost count. I might need an intervention, but I do love some Nicholas Sparks books and movies.
I confess...that sometimes when I ask "How are you?," I really just want you to say fine. I don't want to hear about how you have a headache again or some mystery illness again this week, or how you're broke, or listen to you gripe about your husband and kids. Harsh? Maybe. But have you ever just known one of those people who gives you a full life biography, when all you want is "fine"?
I confess...that I have a lot of projects around the house planned for Spring Break (sweet mother of pearl, it's next week!). But I know the reality is that I'll probably just sleep, eat bon-bons, watch some more Nicholas Sparks movies and accomplish nothing. I am totally OK with this.
I confess...that Impulsive broke up with me this week because she found out that I don't text. I'm planning to win her back with Morse code...
I confess...that I order half Diet Coke, half Cherry Coke at Chick-fil-A every Wednesday when we go after church. I tell myself it's Diet Cherry Coke. That's OK, right?