1. Biting my fingernails makes me happy, especially when I get a big one.
2. Wet hair freaks me out. Seriously. I gag.
3. I’m a closet addict to The Real Housewives of New Jersey.
4. I keep deodarent in my car, in my desk, and in my purse. It’s an obsession.
5. I have a special place in my heart for sour patch kids, I love them. I bite all of their heads off first.
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Oooh, lookey lookey – it’s Thursday! And here I am in my bathrobe with a towel on my head. *Blushing
You all know what Thursday means, time to let the cat out of the bag. I don’t want any “oh, and I didn’t balance my check book this week” crap either, I want the good stuff. The juicy details. The “damnit, I put my thong on backward this morning” kind of details. True story.
So, this week, I’ve decided to reveal something EXTRA juicy. Something that will make your jaw drop, your cheeks blush. You will be sensoring this website from all of your little children. Hell, some of you may even sensor it from your dogs – you know who you are, Mrs. My Dog’s Wardrobe Is More Expensive Than My Engagement Ring and Finest China Combined.
Here goes…
I poop.
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Well, here we are again. Thursday. The day to tell all. To say “fuck it!” and leave that chin hair a’growin. Put on the bikini that’s been hanging in your closet since junior prom and flaunt those stretch marks like they’re covered in rhubarb pie and you’re headed to the county fair. No, don’t go back and read that last line again. You read it right the first time.
Drum roll please.
Or, at least bang on a coffee can for a second. Humor me.
I once went to work with my heels on the wrong feet and didn’t notice it until about 3 in the afternoon while sitting on the toilet.
I also went to work once wearing a completely different shoe on each foot.
I bit my toenails until I graduated high school.
I slept with my blanky until ninth grade. In fact, I still keep “him” in my top drawer.
I eat gummy worms one vertebre at a time. It bothers me when the colors on the worm run together. I can’t eat that one.
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Okay bloggy-blog friends, it’s time to get your confession on, yo. Thursday’s are the day to dig deep, or in my case – skim the surface, and tell us all about your dirty deeds. This ain’t no “don’t ask don’t tell” kinda blog – we hang it all out there for all to see and giggle behind our computers at all the other lunatic moms and dads. Hell no, this ain’t your mom’s mom blog.
Sometimes I load the dirty dishes around the clean ones and then run it again because I don’t feel like unloading the dishwasher.
I like popping pimples and in-grown hairs. I get a happy-high from it.
I eat my yogurt with a baby spoon. A rubber one, to be precise.
I run into walls. Frequently.
I don’t believe in the 3 second rule. Why put a time limit on it?
I have found my keys in the freezer before. More than once.
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