Day 11 of the January Blog a Day Challenge hosted by Katrina and Lindsey is Confession(s). I think Katrina might be trying to get some dirt on us for bribery purposes. My mom doesn’t have the internet so I feel comfortable saying whatever I want to about her. I mean I could confess to spotting Mom’s car in a restaurant parking lot years ago and MOVING it just to freak her out (Mom NEVER parks unless she can pull straight out – yes, I had a set of keys and I totally flipped the car around). And freak out she did. If memory serves, her luncheon friends thought she was crazy when she INSISTED someone had moved her car. Ha!
Maybe Katrina found my Mom and is planning on telling her everything. I had best shy away from Mom topics for awhile.
If you recall from my first challenge post, I remarked how I made the Husband do a crap ton of filing during baby nap time when he really really wanted to lie on the couch and watch TV and I defiantly sat next to him and sculpted hummus while he worked.
Well . . . he went back to the office after the nice long holiday break and during his first day out of the house I may have let Sweetey Petey play in the filing box the Husband had worked so hard to organize. And by play I mean trash.
Ooops.
To catch up on my January Blog a Day posts:
Tomorrow is Recovery. I’m trying desperately to figure out how to make this post about chocolate. I got it as far as “chairs” and am kinda stuck. I’ll get there. I have to.
- Joanna
Question of the Day: Fess up, what did you do?
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Love the Mom story. Maybe I should mention it to her when I see her next…Just kidding! I’ve got a bit of a doozy myself. During my senior year of high school, one of the girls in my AP English class thought that it would be hil-freaking-arious to TP our English teacher’s house for his 50th birthday. And we did. All of us girls sneaking around in the dead of a winter’s night on a dark road in Loveland. I may have thrown a roll or two, but several of us (me included) were more look-outs than anything. We left a birthday card on his front door (unsigned of course!). We were never caught, but we ‘re pretty sure our English teacher had an idea who may have done it.
Awesome. I have never been a part of a good TP-ing.
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