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!
Hey, buddy flying up the road at 2 am, I just want you to know that NOBODY is impressed with how loud your stupid muffler is. In fact, it’s called a MUFFLER which means SHUT UP.
On my flight to Chicago in March, I noticed a woman sleeping upright in her airplane seat. She had really long hair and had positioned ALL of her hair up and over her face. Like a hair curtain.
She was pregnant and I vote you get to do whatever the heck you want when you’re pregnant. But I could not sleep for even 1 second if my face was covered in hair.
I was a teen when the ratings system come out on TV shows and movies. Suddenly, things we hadn’t cared about before were now VERY interesting to us. Oh, this contains swearing and adult situations? I’m in.
I secretly hope that Bennett doesn’t want to do soccer again in the fall. Because if he does, it means I have to coach. And with Jack doing travel/premiere soccer, my life will be 100% easier if Bennett also doesn’t want to play.
If he does, we’ll let him and make sure he thinks it’s the best decision ever. But my fingers will be crossed behind my back.
I was out on a walk a few weeks ago, and this bird swooped in off a power line and started walking on the shoulder of the road ahead of me.
He’d fly a few feet, and then walk/hop for a bit, stopping to turn around and give me a dirty look. He acted like I was inconveniencing him by walking the same route.
He flew up to a bush and gave me the side-eye when I passed him as I whispered “hey jerk, you’re a freaking bird and can fly. Why are you mad at ME”.
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No confessions to make at this time but that bird who accompanied you…. did you know that some birds – crovid/crow family – will actually memorize your face and then recognize you when you are someplace else. Maybe she/he was trying to get your attention because he/she knew you from some place else in the city 🙂
Well, that just terrifies me. He’s coming back for me is what you’re saying… 🙂
We also have had some inconsiderate @#$ revving and screeching his crotch rocket at all hours of the night for weeks. I am seriously looking into black market spike belts. . As for Bennett and the mask, well played indeed.
Plants come to my house to die a slow painful death, but for some reason Orchids thrive on neglect in my house. Redemption.
I just wonder what sort of joy they get from doing it.
I cannot keep orchids alive, so well done!
I confess that I wish airline travel came with an entrance exam. On last week’s flight from DC to San Francisco, this would have been the weed-out question.
“Will you brush your teeth at your seat and spit the effluent into the water cup that you then hand the flight attendant?”
If “Yes,” then you must walk to your destination.
I would fully support this test as being mandatory. Let’s make that happen.
I have 4 boys and the older two do soccer. I was not that upset when the younger two decided they wanted to do jiu jitus with my husband. Indoors and I don’t have to watch? Win-win. 😉
Ha, I feel this SO HARD!
I feel most like an adult when I cut off the “only remove by consumer” tags from pillows and mattresses. Peak adulting.
I think there still needs to be something higher than PG13. Some of the things they do and say on “teen” shows make me do a double take or listen harder to see if that’s what they really said. I also think adult shows are getting more adulty too with F bombs (Yellowstone). The goalposts have definitely moved back.
Have you ever gone back to watch movies we watched as kids? All death and sorrow and it they presented to us a fun time. We watched The Land Before Time when Jack was little and it was DARK.
Confession five speaks to me!!! A squirrel did this last week when I was walking across campus. Okay buddy, I’m definitely using this here pathway, you do you! 😉
I don’t mind sharing the space, but I could do without the animal side eye.
The last confession still makes me laugh.
Here is one.
I currently have 3 laundry baskets FULL of clean clothes.
I told the girls yesterday, after doing all of their laundry they aren’t allowed to wear clothes anymore.
I want to be a foster mom for dogs. Sshhhhhh. Don’t tell sarah.
I also have about 4 baskets of clean laundry that’s just waiting to be folded and put away. The problem that I’m facing is the new house we just bought have teeny tiny little closets and bedrooms. So I kind of have to get used to keeping up with the laundry better. But I’m in denial and still have a few weeks before the big move.
Losing storage is TOUGH! I hope the purge/transition is pretty painless.
Um, haven’t you been a foster dog mom for YEARS? Silly lady. I love you.