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 tried to buy a new candle the other day and thought “wow, all these candles barely smell”. Nothing makes me feel dumber than later realizing I was trying to sniff a candle through a mask.
For whatever reason, I feel that typing “1:00” into the microwave is far superior to entering in “60”. Even though it technically takes more time because I am pushing one extra button.
I cannot tell you how many times recently that I have searched through our pantry in the dark trying to find something…only to remember that we installed a light in there during the remodel.
I bought a bra at the start of lockdown that has never fit right. At the time, Target had a policy where you couldn’t try things on before purchasing. I grabbed what appeared to be the bra I normally wear and brought it home.
It was only about a week ago that I realized (after 13 months…) that it is actually a nursing bra.
When Jack turned four, his pediatrician did an eye exam during his yearly well-check. His doc put out a chart with shapes and asked Jack to name them.
Jack had seen there was a chart with letters and words on it, and with his voice dripping with disdain he looked his doctor in the eye and said “I can read you know”.
I still cannot go to the eye doctor without giggling about it.
We have to put the child lock on our dishwasher because the control panel is so sensitive that just brushing past it will push a bunch of buttons at once.
I never understood why people would want a dishwasher that had the buttons on the top/inside of the door. Now I know.
On my walking route, I have seen a ton of people building new raised garden beds. This makes my heart sing, but I also see so many things they’re doing wrong. Mainly planting certain things too soon or positioning the raised beds in the wrong part of their yards.
I desperately want to say something, but I don’t want to offend them. Is there a flora version of mansplaining? Gardenpreptile dysfunction (<—read that outloud a few times…)?
Ok, friends, your turn! What do you need to confess?