I confess...
I haven't painted my toes in weeks....
and it shows..
I confess...
I have a potty mouth...
and I use it.
I confess...
I let my kids eat cake for breakfast...
At least it's not a donut...they're deep fried....
I confess...
If I make it through the teenage years with my oldest...
It won't matter anyway, because I won't make it through with my youngest.
I confess...
I would consider selling my soul...
but only for a few more bloggie "followers"
I confess..
blog comments are good.
In a drug addiction kind of way...
like what can I possibly do to have more comments...
4 comments:
Lols - I feel you on the lasting through the teenage years' with girls, am pregnant with our 3rd girl right now and I seriously am afraid for my sanity in 10 years or so!
My boys had cake for breakfats this morning!! No joke! LOL Chocolate, no icing. :)
My toes are also neglected. I'm holding out for a pedi. It could be years...
I too have a potty mouth. I like to pretend it is the sign of a creative mind...then I talk to prisoners at work and realize that I learned it by watching them.
love this...great confessions!!
cake for breakfast...perfectly acceptable, and it is not deep fried.
the teen years are rough. i plan on surviving them, i am not sure about our teenage daughter though...lol
comments are addicting. but pay no attention to your number of followers. i have LOTS but only my true followers stop and comment.
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