Jun

10

By CinnamonOpus

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Categories: Fun Stuff

Confession Friday

Be forewarned. I am feeling SHOUTY.

I confess:

  • …that normally we love thunderstorms, but we have had one almost every night this week, most of them noisy and violent enough that we’ve been awakened. And if it happens again this week, I am going to be pissed. And I will send someone a VERY STERNLY WORDED LETTER OH YES I WILL.
  • …that normally we love thunderstorms, but the storm on Wednesday night was SO violent that BDH considered getting us all into the basement, just in case.
  • …that the cats are all sitting here in the room with me, staring at me like they’re on high alert, watching my every move, and it is FREAKING ME OUT. Which, given the week’s weather, has me wondering if they are sensing yet ANOTHER storm coming this way. Could be an ECLIPSE. Maybe a BLIZZARD. Or a VOLCANO. You can’t tell with weather. Or cats, for that matter.
  • …that the weather forecast for today is sunny and only 20 degrees, so I no longer have an excuse NOT to go out in the garden. Be careful what you wish for, as the saying goes.
  • …that although I bought my body weight in yarn a few weeks ago at the Going Out Of Business Yarn Store, I need to buy MORE yarn to finish a blanket I am working on. And the problem? Is that one of our local stores is having a TENT SALE. Of YARN. This? Has disaster written ALL OVER IT.
  • …that I have discovered that I have an uncontrollable love for lemon squares with coconut in them. Specifically from Corn Parking. This, too, has disaster written all over it.
  • …that I have agreed to enroll Stinkerbelle in a dance class come the fall, with her little friend Mibby. Except something makes me think this might be one of those “Mom & Me” sort of dealios. Which might require me to PARTICIPATE. And, you know, DANCE. Once again, I say unto you: disaster. Writ LARGE. ALL OVER it.
  • …that at least once this week, I have eaten Cheerios for lunch.
  • …that I’m letting my kid run around in her jammies this morning, even out in the backyard. She has comfy jammies on, and sometimes it’s just nice to wear jammies. I’ll change her before we go out into the world. Probably.
  • …that tonight is soccer night, so it is just me and That Girl. So I foresee a supper of burgers followed by cuddling in the rocking chair reading storybooks and giggling, and then after she is in bed, I may just crawl into bed my own self and read. Or just go to sleep.YEAH, SLEEP. SLEEEEEEEEEEEP.