Hump Days call for confession sessions....and rhyming.
I confess...I make the most unreasonable to do lists. I don't know why I think I can run, dust, blog, read blogs, do dishes and a load of laundry all after leaving work at 6. #ialwaysdothis
I Confess...I don't understand how girls these days think Justin Bieber is a heartthrob. In my day, we liked real men..Leonardo DiCaprio, Mark Paul Gosselaar, Justin Timberlake....well, real men and J.T.T.
I Confess....I had to google "90's Heartthrobs" for that last one seeing as I was not allowed to watch Saved by the Bell or listen to N'Sync #homeschoolerforever
I Confess....the SurveyMonkey Poll on what Americans feel about other states was hilarious.
Georgia got voted as "nicest state"...apparently the poll-ees have never been in Georgia Rush Hour.
California got voted craziest state yet also hottest residents...funny how that turns out. Crazy and hot...always a winning combo.
and the most hated state...well that went to Texas - that's what you get for pulling the "We're basically our own country" card.
I Confess....I pass an energy car that's plugged in to the wall in my work parking garage every day. And I always have the biggest urge to stop and unplug it. I've actually contemplated on more than one occasion how to do this without getting caught. I mean, what is wrong with me?!
I Confess....the worst part about living by yourself...folding the fitted sheet.
I Confess....I don't know how it happens every time, but it does. You buy a package of rubber bands (which comes in packs of 200 or 5,000) and there you are rolling wrists deep in pony holders and the very next you're trying to desperately keep up with one sole band that is stretched so thin you can see the elastic. Happens every time.
What do you confess?