How 'bout some Friday confessions.
I confess that I think this might be the longest time I've ever gone without a glass of wine. It's been two weeks. Send help.
I confess that I let all of my magazine subscriptions lapse and it's like a huge weight lifted off my shoulders. At one time I was up to three and even when it dwindled down to one I just couldn't keep up anymore and was always a few months behind. If I have a magazine I must read it cover to cover. I'm allowed to skip articles if I want to but I can't just skim the pictures and be done. I enjoyed them but getting through each one became a chore so I ignored all of the LAST ISSUE notices from Glamour and let it go. They have not yet tried to coerce me with a free gift. Yet.
|From the Fashion Don't Files|
I confess that I didn't know Kate Middleton was pregnant. The first time around I couldn't NOT know. It was everywhere. Either baby number two isn't nearly exciting as baby number one or my head is buried in the sand.
I confess that I hurt myself getting dressed. I think that's also a fashion don't. The only thing worse is probably hurting yourself sleeping and I think I've done that too. I pulled my shirt over my head and somehow managed to tweak my left shoulder to the point where it hurt for a few days to raise my arm and do push ups. Getting old is hell.