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 live with four males, which means 80% of my time is spent reminding people what I just said six minutes ago.
I live with four males, which means the other 20% of my time is spent finding their “lost” things that are right in front of them.
I don’t understand the whole “birthday week” for adults. It’s birthDAY. Stop it.
I live with four males, which means I take undue pleasure in coming up behind them and putting my ice-cold lady hands on their necks.
I think the world would be a better place if everyone who was physically able was required to spend 3 months (each) working in:
- Retail/fast food/some minimum wage job that requires you to interact with the public
- A non-profit
- A corporate job
- The military (but I realize of course this wouldn’t be safe for anyone)
This goes against every feminist thread in my body, but I don’t know how to BBQ. I also don’t want to learn. Grilling is the ONE thing Troy will consistently do in the kitchen, and it feels like a cooking vacation for me. If I learn to grill then I have to cook everything.
It appears that 15% of marriage is just hiding candy from each other.
Ok, friends, your turn! What do you need to confess?