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!
I hate, hate, hate, HATE the term “boss lady” or “lady boss”. It’s boss. No need to assign a gender to it.
A few months ago, we tried some bamboo toilet paper that I found on Amazon. It was HORRIBLE.
None of us could wait until it was all gone. The worst part about it was trying to get the roll started because I swear they super glued the end of the roll to the rest of the roll.
One day, I walked by the boy’s bathroom and I heard Jack yell from inside “One star. Do NOT RECOMMEND”. I didn’t stop laughing for at least three days.
I never finished watching Hamilton on Disney+ and I’m not the least bit embarrassed about it. I’m not a musical person and nothing can make me one. Not even history.
Mom jeans can go straight into the dumpster fire hell of 2020. Why are these back? Why? I saw Cindy Crawford’s daughter wearing them. She is a model and even SHE looked terrible in them.
Ladies, these were mocked and eliminated from society for a reason.
One day the boys and I were driving home down the main road. The car in front of us took a left and I noticed that their brake light was out.
It wasn’t the turn I would take but I knew the road would eventually take us home, so I followed them to let them know. The car parked eventually parked in a driveway and a young Latino man got out.
I let him know that his brake light had burned out. He thanked me profusely. He said he was so grateful that I was the one who stopped him and not the cops.
It was another stark reminder for me that I have the assumption of safety when I get pulled over. I did nothing to earn that assumption; it’s just based on how I look.
Our neighbor’s beloved dog passed away last year. He was the first dog my boys weren’t scared to be around and they talk about him all the time. The dog’s name was Jack (their other one was named Sarah. Both named before they moved in.), so I’m going to refer to him as “the dog” or else it gets confusing.
In the last few weeks, Bennett has taken to pretending the dog is his “spirit dog” and follows him around. Bennett sleeps with his “crew” of three stuffed animals – 2 kitties and a sloth – each and every night. Recently, I saw that two of the animals were at the foot of the bed and he was snuggling with only one of them.
I asked Bennett why the kitties weren’t up with him, and he said that the ghost of the dog was taking up too much room in his bed while they were snuggling.
So, that was…interesting.
Ok, friends, your turn! What do you need to confess?