Another week, another round of Confessional Thursday! Not going to lie, this week has been a struggle. My two roommates from college were in town this weekend and I’m not sure I’ve quite recovered. But, if that’s any indication of how much fun we had I’ll take it.
Hopefully I’ll get on track with posts next week.
I’m also working on a few design changes for the blog. I’m excited & terrified to play around with it. If the blog is down at any point in the next few weeks, you know why (i.e. Claudia has zero coding knowledge). But for now, let’s confess!
+ I’m typing this while consuming a pint of ice cream. I just opened it and I already know I’m going to eat it all.
+ One of the plants my mom bought for me (after reading that all our plants died) already bit the dust. The plant cemetery is growing and growing.
+ I didn’t lock the door when I took Tuna out for a walk the other day. When I came back I convinced myself there was someone in the house. The only weapon I could find was a pot so I went around every room with a pot in my arms ready to fry anyone lurking around. There was no one here.
+ I’m horrible at making playlists so I basically listen to the Throwback Thursday playlist on Spotify 24/7.
+ Monday morning while on a call for work I kept hearing Tuna running around and pacing back and forth in front of my door. I couldn’t drop off from the call to check it out so I ignored her and forgot about it. Around an hour later I went downstairs & out the door. And then, I smelled it…. She got sick and pooped all over the place. And to make matters worse, since I wasn’t paying attention I stepped on it AND opened the door by the poop which trapped it under the door and spread it everywhere.
+ When I finally managed to clean up the poop horror scene, I walk into the guest room and find that she also decided to vomit all over one of the blankets. Yeah, it was one of those Mondays.
+ Like most (if not all) women, I lose some hair every time I wash it. The hair invariably ends up in the shower drain. Since my hubby cleans the bathrooms in our house, he’s always having to pull a gross & sizable chunk of hair from the drain. I have pretty long, dark hair so he’s started calling the hair left in the shower drain my “Samara Morgan” after the girl from The Ring. He says every time he pulls it out he feels like she’s coming out of the drain lol. He’ll now casually refer to the hair as Samara Morgan in conversation. One day he said he thought Samara Morgan moved haha. *Insert eye roll here*