If you’re new around here, confessions is a time for us to all unburden ourselves of the silliness we’re feeling at the moment. I share dumb things, then you share dumb things, and we all have a better day because of it.
Let’s get started!
My children can be perfect angels all day, but the second I have to pee, all hell breaks loose. Last week I was going to the bathroom and heard Bennett scream at the top of his lungs like he was being murdered by a pack of renegade drunk badgers.
In my rush to stop and run out to see what had happened, and I peed ALL over my pants. You can imagine how livid I was when I got out there and Bennett had merely tripped, and NOT been skinned alive by murder hornets.
A reader from Canada and I were messaging on Instagram about gardening and were talking about the temperatures in the zones we live in. I was shocked it was still so cold there and then she told me it was celsius and not “freedom temps”.
I laughed so hard and now I want to change all the “F” notations in my recipes to 350 degrees “Freedom Temps”.
I had to google the spelling of celsius for the confession above because spellcheck kept trying to default my attempt at spelling it to “delicious”. ‘Merica.
I am SO sick of how much dog poop has appeared on my walking route since people have been working from home. I’m thrilled how many people are working out in the fresh air, and I know the dogs are happy too.
But clean up after your dang pets!
I really REALLY miss going to church because of the shutdown. The kids or Troy had been sick non-stop for five Sundays BEFORE the shutdown, so it feels like I haven’t been to church since the end of January.
But…I don’t miss making communion bread (it’s this recipe) twice a month like I used to. I’m happy to do it and have been the “host” baker for eight years now, but I’m glad for the break.
After talking about our recent raccoon issues with our chicken coop, I kept referring to them as “trash pandas”. An Aussie reader sent me a message asking what in the world a trash panda was.
It made me realize how much of the stuff I talk about may just not translate out of the states. My Aussie friend Cassie, who blogs over at Cook It Real Good, and I constantly help each other with US/Aussie translations for our audiences. We have kept each other from saying some hilariously awkward things.
Ok, friends, your turn! What do you need to confess?