If you’re new around here, confessions are 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 know I’m getting older, so that is likely part of my rant, but are the headlights of new cars getting stupidly bright, or is it just me? Like unnecessarily bright?! As in IN YOUR FACE bright?
The worst perpetrators, just like the annoying “creator” is the Teslas. It’s like they are trying to burrow the lights into my freaking skull. I can see a Tesla coming from 400 miles away this time of year.
I have astigmatism so, in the dark, all headlights throw off orbs, but it seems that starting in 2020 or so, brand-new vehicles come standard with strobe headlights that are trying to run me off the road.
If you’re curious, this photo shows how it looks to drive at night with astigmatism. What I see at night is the photo on the left.
I found a sweater at Goodwill a few months ago, and visually, this sweater does NOTHING for me. It looks fine but isn’t all that flattering. But it’s SO FREAKING SOFT that it feels like I’m living on the inside of one of Bennett’s stuffies.
I loved it so much that I checked ThredUp for the brand and bought three more – two for me and one for my sister. The brand is Dreamers and I believe we should all own these sweaters.
Bennett’s love of reading has just blossomed in the last month. Now he wants to read to me at bedtime. It’s slow going but nothing makes my nerdy mom heart happier than when my kids fall in love with the written word.
The only problem is, whereas I used to skip over repetitive words shown in illustrations, Bennett now reads EACH AND EVERY SINGLE ONE. He even ticks them off on his fingers.
I finally accepted the lie my brain had been protecting me from for years – I needed new…smaller bras. And I know what you’re thinking, “do they actually make smaller bras than what you were already wearing”? Sigh, yes, they do.
My rib cage expanded with each pregnancy, and what started out as a broad Nordic back has converted into something that makes me look like a warrior princess. But with smaller cups needed, now, I have to find what amounts to a training bra that would also fit the circumference of the pillars at Stonehenge.
At some point in the late summer (early Fall?) I made a dessert recipe from another blog that involved a ton of steps. This site doesn’t have the same recipe card software that I do, so she didn’t have the measurements embedded under each step.
My friends, I spent so much time scrolling back and forth up this woman’s site just trying to figure out how to make this freaking cake. It was (first world) exhausting.
It made me so thankful that my software allows me to make life easier for you sweet people. And it makes me grumpy that this is not a standard feature.