Thought it be fun to share some confessions…
I bring out the play dough when I need a babysitter for the girls so I can get things done. See here.
The birkenstock thing is way overdone, but I still love it. I loved it in elementary school, early college, and still now. I’ve never been onboard with adult salt-water sandals (for me), but the birkenstock, I love. Plus, it feels really good for my one bad foot.
I’m a potty mouth. Bad words easily spew from my mouth in times of frustration.
When my BFF and I visited Amsterdam when we were in college, I wanted to try a “brownie.” She didn’t let me.
I totally hit on Ben first.
I never got into the chevron thing. Does that make me a bad blogger?
When Ben asks me the price of something, I always round down.
I get road rage and have thrown up the bird a few times. I’m so bad!!! Totally not proud of it and it’s something I keep trying to work on. It’s so dumb!
The first time I had way too much to drink was at a dinner I made at my parents house. I cooked dinner for the family, and I paired with a drink called “lust in the dust,” which was vodka with tabasco sauce. What was I thinking?! To this day, I still can’t have tabasco sauce. Ben was there to take care of the aftermath.
We all put our best foot forward on the internets, so here’s some silly things about me, and some not so proud moments/choices that I have learned from or still trying to learn. One of my biggest struggles is being more gracious with my words when I’m frustrated. I’m a work in progress, but aren’t we all?!