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!
Dear people (mostly women, especially famous women) who post photos of their engagement rings immediately after the engagement…I need you to know that we all knew that YOU knew you were getting engaged that day. This was not a surprise.
Your manicure is much too fresh and your hands are way too moisturized for this to be a shock.
In the last year or so, I have come to realize that I cannot stand raw spinach, especially in salads. I used to eat it daily, but now even the thought of it makes me feel harfy.
I think it’s great in soups (especially this one!!!) and I will crush it in some spinach dip. But just the thought of biting into raw spinach leaves me woozy.
Bennett was doing a science experiment last month using a hair dryer. Troy got really nervous once Bennett was using it for longer than 5 minutes at a time. Troy was convinced that it was going to overheat.
That 1) made me laugh 2) made me realize that Troy has no concept as to how long it takes normal women to blow their hair dry. My hair is baby fine and if I started to dry it when it was sopping wet, it would probably still take less than 5 minutes.
I recently joined our local Buy Nothing group on Facebook and while I love the concept around it, the rules are exhausting. I’m not sure if this is how they are nationally or if our admins are on a power trip, but trying to remember all the etiquette is a full-time job.
You’re not allowed to use acronyms like “ISO” (in search of) or “TIA” (thanks in advance) because “the community is unlike others on the web where we use a more gentle approach”. I do not have time for this. GTFO
When I was pregnant with Bennett, I was at an ultrasound in the third trimester. I can’t remember which week it was, but it was an (external) routine scan.
The ultrasound tech was applying for certification for some specialization and needed a certain number of specific scans to show the board (teacher? Instructor?).
Before we got started she asked if I would mind if she removed my name and printed some for her portfolio. I said it was fine.
The next 20 minutes were the weirdest and most flattering of my life. Within 30 seconds of getting underway, she gasped and said I had the most “photogenic uterus” she had ever seen. She then proceeded to get EVERY scan she needed for her portfolio because my uterus was “so cooperative”.
Listen, I don’t mean to brag, but…that compliment felt great. I think in your third trimester, you’ll take any positive comments wherever you can get them.