I sound like my husband here, but why can’t all weeks be short weeks? It’s only Thursday and I feel like I’ve been working for two weeks straight. It’s pretty ridiculous considering I got Friday AND Monday off for labor day. It’s probably the fact that our Ireland/Iceland trip is coming up that’s making every week feel like it’s lasting forever. But, while we wait, let’s confess!
+ I bought my husband pink razors because they were 25 cents cheaper than men’s razors.
+ I probably have at least 10 of these shirts in various colors.
+ This weekend we bought mochi ice cream for the first time. If you have no idea what I’m talking about, these are basically little scoops of ice cream covered in a rice paste. Sadly, I did not like the rice paste at all, but still wanted to eat the ice cream. I ended up peeling the rice paste layer off so I could eat the yummy part.
+ On Saturday I diligently set my alarm so I could go to pilates class in the morning. Setting the alarm on the weekend is torture, but I did it. Unfortunately I showed up to Pilates class only to realize I signed up for Sunday’s class, NOT Saturday. Of course the class was full so I had to head back home.
+ I’ve shown up to the wrong workout class at least 3 times now. Either I forget to actually sign up, or the class I signed up for is on a different date/time. And this ALWAYS happens in studios that are usually full.
+ I basically watched Netflix all Labor Day weekend.
+ I left my phone on a park bench while we went out for a bike ride. Just set it on the bench while getting on the bike and completely forgot about it. By some miracle it was still there when I realized I had forgotten it.
+ The last few times I’ve gone to the grocery store I’ve bough chocolate covered pretzels for the road. And by “road” I mean the two blocks back home.
What are your confessions this week?