What's up my peeps? Its Friday, almost the weekend.
Its time to fess up, and admit all the bad, heinous things we did this week.
Here are my weekly confessions:
1. I walked really close to a house, through the yard, so that I could see inside. I know *technically* this makes me a peeping tom, or something, but whatever. This house is so cute, and I have wanted to go in forever. It recently sold, and I didn't get a chance to go to the open house, but I really wanted to see inside.
2. This past weekend, I spent way too much time on Pinterest, and wanted to get my creative on. The goal was to make a wreath. I drug P to Hobby Lobby with me. I wondered into the wreath isle, got overwhelmed, by all the craps...er craps, and walked straight to another section. We ended up buying a sign to hang over the laundry room.
3. I accused P of not loving me because he put a pillow in between us one night during so I would not touch him. I noticed at some point in the night, and I even had dreams about how mad I was at him. Yes, we have a king size bed, but at some point in the night, I navigate over to his side in search of warmth. I woke up mad, and when I told him he just laughed.
Fess up peeps. What did you do wrong this week??
2 comments:
I farted at a bookcamp located in a park, but blamed it on someone else. not in a "I bet it was..." way but rather "kim made me eat broccoli before class - its her fault!"
I've totally creeped houses for sale before. There was one near my parents' house I used to circle every time I walked the dog. And then I went to the open house and pretended to be a serious buyer (that didn't go over well-I was 17 at the time).
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