Confessions (new year, new admissions).

I wear my dollar store sunglasses more than my expensive ones. My 22 month old knows how to say "boobs." I will watch any movie with Collin Firth in it. I'm highly concerned I have gingivitis. Pea just told me her nightmares involve scary robots. Someone flipped me the bird for throwing a banana peel out of my car window. It's biodegradable right? I hope that's right. My husband wrote me a love letter that changed the way I see him and myself. After 10 years. Amazing. Cadbury eggs are back; I won't be giving up chocolate for lent. Many of my confessions involve Easter candy, the dollar store, and littering. I'm desperately hoarding ideas to keep my little ladies busy for the summer. Facebook is getting on my last nerve these days yet I'm on it more with this iPhone. Considering just taking it off said phone, but I've forgotten my apple password. One time in college I took NyQuil at 6 pm and then changed my computer password. I then had my genius brother reconfigure the whole thing. I love my hair. As Pea says, "It's easy "pea"sy.

And for my fifteenth and final admission: right now it does NOT look like the above...most days it doesn't. At the moment it looks like a dirty emo boy's mop.