I know, I keep skipping weeks with Confessional Thursdays. I’m sorry! I just can’t get it together. These posts require that I write things down as they occur, or that I remember them when I sit down to write. Obviously neither of those panned out the last two weeks. But, yesterday I did something so dumb, so Confessional Thursday worthy that I felt compelled to write this post. At the last minute… #blogger of the year.
+ I work from home most days, and my job essentially involves being on calls all day. Unfortunately, the leaf blower guy hasn’t gotten the memo. He literally shows up at a different time and different day EVERY. SINGLE. WEEK making it impossible for me to plan calls around the leaf blowing situation. The only place in my house you can’t hear the leaf blower through the phone is if sit in our closet. So, without fail, once a week you can find me sitting in the floor of our closet (between my husband’s long sleeve shirts) and my computer propped up on my closet desk (aka an empty cardboard box).
+ My one attempt to track something for confessions was me literally writing “wrapped eggs” in my notebook at some point last week. Mind you, I wrote it down so I wouldn’t forget. Well… NO CLUE what it means or what the confession was. I’m sure it was really funny… and involved eggs…. and wrapping paper? I wrapped eggs instead of something else? I’m just going to stop…
+ I also wrote: scary ingredients right next to the name Caroline Hartman. Don’t know what that means either and I certainly don’t know any Caroline Hartman’s.
+ I made dinner last night. This is from my instastory:
+ I intentionally wear my husband’s jacket every morning while walking Tuna. Yes, my own jacket is also right there… next to his… available to me. Yet I always grab his. I think it annoys him a little which makes the whole thing oddly satisfying. Now he’s going to read this post and hide it. He’s actually asking me right this second if he can read this before I publish. Obviously I said no. I’ll still get one more morning of rogue jacket wearing before he realizes all this.
+ Yesterday a coworker sent me her number through IM so I would give her a quick call. I immediately dialed her number. Or so I thought…. after a couple of seconds I realized I punched her number into my calculator. I dialed my calculator…