First confession: I have worn this sweatshirt for two days.
Second confession: The sweatshirt doesn’t belong to me; it’s Christian’s. But Christian doesn’t appreciate the thick, soft material like I do, and this sweatshirt deserves to be appreciated because it is so thick and soft.
Third confession: Every few seconds, I catch a faint whiff of the self-tanning lotion I used yesterday before putting this sweatshirt on. Which technically means that the sweatshirt stinks. I don’t care; it’s so soft and thick. And soft.
Fourth confession: This is not the first sweatshirt I have stolen from Christian. He just doesn’t appreciate good sweatshirts like I do. Plus, the baggy, slouchy cut of the boys size 10 is the exact same cut as the slim-fitting Mommy size “husky.”
Fifth confession: I might wear it again tomorrow.
Is there anything you’d like to get off your chest? Feel free to confess. I promise not to judge.
I’ve had like 10 Thin Mints today, and I want more!
I have accomplished absolutely nothing at work today. I think not working is much more fun than working.
I fed my baby string cheese and hot chocolate for lunch. Nothing like a well-balanced meal.
I read soccer blogs way too much.
I spent way too much time on the computer today when I should have been studying, or paying attention to Ian, or cleaning, or calling my friend who likes to wear her son’s clothing. I feel really bad about all of those things.
I wish my Mom didn’t read my blog (thanks for showing her how, Arianne!) I really like to complain about her and now I can’t because she’ll read it and get her feelings hurt.
Sort of the same complain about my husband. But complaining about your husband makes a woman look like a harpy bitch, so I might not do it anyway.
I must confess that reading how you can wear your 10 year old sons clothes makes me jealous!
I confess I just went in to get my baby to sleep and took an hour long nap, ooh it felt good.
i ate chocolate covered peanut clusters for breakfast. and lunch.
I really don’t want to join my 69 year old father’s Facebook page! How mean is that? Besides, he used to tell me NOT to write on walls!
I wear my jeans two or three times before I wash them… if they “look” clean.
I got rid of my maternity clothes today. My baby is 7. Can you believe I still had them?
I’m not the blond I appear to be in movies and photos.
i polished off the rest of the pan of brownies and let my family think that it was my brother.
(normally, it would be him. he wasn’t even home to defend his good name.)
I really want to be tan around this time of year, but I get so grossed out from the smell of the tanning salon. I almost bought a pass on Saturday, I am so back and forth on this…Self tanning stuff stinks and it never looks right on me but I don’t like the freckles I am left with after the real tan fades. What to do. I wish there was a pill to take or something. that’s all.
Also I wear the same jeans for days. That’s all for now.
You should totally wear it again tomorrow. I say do it.
I turned off my alarm and went back to sleep for two hours. I am such a lazy bum.
Btw, I wore green for three days in a row, but not the same outfit. And then I wore pink and brown for three days in row right after that. And I totally didn’t plan any of it. And I’m not sure why you would care about it, but whatev.
There is nothing wrong with wearing it for 2 days.
I won’t even tell you how many days I wore my Mayer shirt last week.
But it wasn’t pretty.
You are pretty.
I would rather eat hard, crunchy, uncooked angel hair pasta than just about any other snack.
Also, I´m backpacking around Peru and instead of hiking through a canyon today, I´m sitting in an internet cafe, reading blogs. And I´m totally happy with that decision.
I’m six days late in posting here… but still want to confess.
I chose not to leave home today at all. Didn’t get dressed. Alternated 15-minute segments of cleaning/laundry/sorting a big closet with watching CSI:NY, CSI and The Closer. And reading blogs. Kind of a perfect day but should I feel guilty about it?