Oh Hey…It's Another Confession Session
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I confess: Lately, I've seriously hated blogging. Maybe hate isn't the right word, but I'm just so…not into it? However, this has happened before, and it seems to go in waves. I promise I won't leave for permanent. The free shit is too good to give up, if we're being honest.
I confess: Since we're being honest? I can't say with certainty that I would leave a note if I dinged (or made a small maybe even medium dent in) someone else's car. I know, I know, it sounds horrible when I actually admit that. But be honest. Really honest…if you were in the situation, and you knew no one else saw you, would you leave a note? Yeah the politically correct thing to say is "of course," but I polled some of my most trusted and morally right family and friends and almost all said they would not leave a note. I won't name any names, but I think if most of us were being really truthful, most of us would look the other way. I mean, it's not like all those people who have dinged my car ever left a note…
I confess: I may worry about a lot, but my husband banging a strumpet isn't one of them. He may be a lot of things, but I married the most ethical, honest, loyal-to-a-fault man on the planet. And really, you can't ask for more.
I confess: Ok so you can ask for more. Like convertibles, diamonds and acrobatic sex. Yeah, you can totally ask for more.
I confess: I once was super drunk in a wedding. I was a bridesmaid, and the last thing I remember is drinking some red wine before I was to walk down the aisle. Apparently, the groomsman I was walking with had to physically hold me up, as I was stumbling so bad down the aisle. As I stood at the alter with the other wedding party, I was (apparently) swaying and wobbling every which way, until finally the bride's mother came and retrieved me and escorted me out of the church. It was, and still is to this day, the single most embarrassing moment of my life.
I confess: The above most embarrassing moment of my life happened approx. twelve years ago, and today is the first time I have ever publicly declared it. (Hi Andrea darling!)
I confess: I once went to Nashville for a songwriters convention. Because I used to write songs. And try to play the guitar. Now I just play country songs on the piano. Or Mozart. Whatev.
I confess: I look much thinner from the front than I do from the side. My ass protrudes out a ways so finding pants that fit has been a struggle in the past. However I'm sure I could have bigger problems, such as having to wear a bra every day. Hashtag totally never wears a bra. Hashtag bras gives me hives. Hashtag five thousand dollars means never having to wear a bra again. Hashtag word.
I confess: I would never attend a party without an open bar. The end. (I mean, how rude!)
I confess: Lately, I've seriously hated blogging. Maybe hate isn't the right word, but I'm just so…not into it? However, this has happened before, and it seems to go in waves. I promise I won't leave for permanent. The free shit is too good to give up, if we're being honest.
I confess: Since we're being honest? I can't say with certainty that I would leave a note if I dinged (or made a small maybe even medium dent in) someone else's car. I know, I know, it sounds horrible when I actually admit that. But be honest. Really honest…if you were in the situation, and you knew no one else saw you, would you leave a note? Yeah the politically correct thing to say is "of course," but I polled some of my most trusted and morally right family and friends and almost all said they would not leave a note. I won't name any names, but I think if most of us were being really truthful, most of us would look the other way. I mean, it's not like all those people who have dinged my car ever left a note…
I confess: I may worry about a lot, but my husband banging a strumpet isn't one of them. He may be a lot of things, but I married the most ethical, honest, loyal-to-a-fault man on the planet. And really, you can't ask for more.
I confess: Ok so you can ask for more. Like convertibles, diamonds and acrobatic sex. Yeah, you can totally ask for more.
I confess: I once was super drunk in a wedding. I was a bridesmaid, and the last thing I remember is drinking some red wine before I was to walk down the aisle. Apparently, the groomsman I was walking with had to physically hold me up, as I was stumbling so bad down the aisle. As I stood at the alter with the other wedding party, I was (apparently) swaying and wobbling every which way, until finally the bride's mother came and retrieved me and escorted me out of the church. It was, and still is to this day, the single most embarrassing moment of my life.
I confess: The above most embarrassing moment of my life happened approx. twelve years ago, and today is the first time I have ever publicly declared it. (Hi Andrea darling!)
I confess: I once went to Nashville for a songwriters convention. Because I used to write songs. And try to play the guitar. Now I just play country songs on the piano. Or Mozart. Whatev.
I confess: I look much thinner from the front than I do from the side. My ass protrudes out a ways so finding pants that fit has been a struggle in the past. However I'm sure I could have bigger problems, such as having to wear a bra every day. Hashtag totally never wears a bra. Hashtag bras gives me hives. Hashtag five thousand dollars means never having to wear a bra again. Hashtag word.
I confess: I would never attend a party without an open bar. The end. (I mean, how rude!)
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