Monday, November 21, 2005

Papa-Lu caught me with a fun meme. Once I started, it was so hard to stop.

I confess...Sacramentally? About once a month.

I confess...that I find birthday cake to make the most delightful breakfast food.

I occasionally being embarassed by my car(s).

I worrying too much about money.

I confess...that I find myself noticing other women’s pedicures when I am waiting in line to receive Holy Communion.

I confess...that I listen to way too much rock and roll. Especially in the car.

I confess...that I didn’t floss my teeth last night.

I confess...that I have a library book on the school table that is about 2 months overdue. And I’ll probably forget to grab it tomorrow, too.

I confess...that I don’t remember the last time I made my bed.

I confess...that I am totally overwhelmed at being the “mother-of-the-bride.”

I confess...that I keep looking at miracle skin-renewing take-years-off-your-face potions, but never actually buy them.

I confess...that my idea of therapy shopping is to buy a really fabulous dish towel at a store like T.J. Maxx.

I confess...that I have far too much fun talking about myself. I could keep confessing here until indefinitely.

So how about you, Summa Mamas and Mr. Luse?

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