Confessions.

I confess: my big ol' brown topknot up there will be no more after today. If you follow me on instagram, you know I am majorly majorly chopping off my hair and going blonde. Not boy short by any means, just a new 'do. I went shorter and blonder a couple weeks ago, but I think a few more inches and a few more highlights are in order. I will report back tomorrow via my instagram account.

I confess: being a skinny bitch sucks. Not that I've been one in a year or five, but I'm trying, and let me tell you, it ain't no walk in a German Chocolate cake. I could use a few more adjectives and synonyms but I think I summed it all up when I said for reals though, being a skinny bitch sucks!
I confess: is there anything worse, like, I mean anything worse, than being alone in your house and suddenly being startled by your pet who gets up and stands at attention -- ears cocked -- at well, nothing? Like you are dead asleep, or watching a show late at night, and your dog suddenly jolts up and seems to be looking at something…or someone…yet you don't see a thing? We all have heard that animals have a six sense, so when out of nowhere, this happens:

and your animal has that look in their eyes…is it not the automatic response to assume they see someone or something? Evil enough to torture you and kill your soul? Talk about scaring the living shit out of a person!
I confess: I understand working out, going to the gym, wanting to be healthy and look good in a bikini…but doing so at the expense of alcohol or pizza? What kind of world would that be?! Besides, I'm pretty sure that one can consist on only alcohol and pizza alone and maintain a svelte figure. I mean, I haven't personally tried it, but I'd be willing to take one for the team.
I confess: If you have been around these parts for more than a hot minute, you know I value my beauty sleep over my kids' well being. You also know I tinfoil the windows in my boys' room. Reason being, obviously, I want them to sleep in later. I have done this since the day they were born. Not even kidding, they haven't known sunlight from complete darkness in their rooms in well, ever. So when my boys started waking up before seven! a!m! I had to put the kibosh on that completely.
I went into their room during the day and noticed a few slivers of light peeking through the tinfoil. No can do, not gonna happen, fixed that problem right up. But it was the group text with my sisters and cousin that I knew I had to share here with you all. Because if you ever thought I had any shame...
(I'm in blue.)

Hey. I'll take it.