Confessions (again).

Every couple of months or so I'll post my confessions; they are trite and menial, but it feels good to get them out.
-I don't trust mirrors. OR bathroom lighting. So occasionally, I'll take a picture of myself in sunlight to check my make up. In case you're checking, that's JUST this side of a complex.
-I only make serious faces in the aforementioned pictures. Why? I couldn't tell you.
Oh, wait. I can. It's because:
-I only wear make up once a week, maybe twice. Every single time I apply it I'm convinced my skills have rusted over with disuse.
And I'm checking the line of my eye brows. But I already covered this in our last confession session.
-I ate a piece of peppermint bark that fell into the bathtub I was taking a bath IN.
-I get nervous to wrap presents this time of year.
-I have been crying at the Biggest Loser. Nothing short of being joyful for people who shed shame and discover themselves in the process. It's still magic.
-Sometimes I think my husband loads the dishwasher like a mentally challenged person. (I'll take this moment to note that in every other domestic area he's pretty much a rock star and also I just ate something from my own bathwater: so maybe I shouldn't cast stones from inside my own personal glass house).
-While my husband is gone on an upcoming business trip I plan to make myself these pot stickers which are laced with garlic every night. I have the Costco bag.
-I am LOVING writing right now.
The End.