Friday Confessions

Confession #1: I was tempted to title this post something with “Weekend” in it.  You know, to keep in line with the rest of this week’s posts.

Confession #2: It’s been five days and I am still obsessively thinking (and talking…poor Joey) about the season finale of Shameless.  It’s borderline unhealthy.  That scene where Debbie recognized Ian’s depression and said, “Yeah, we know what this is” will haunt my dreams forever.

Confession #3: I adore eating breakfast at the kitchen island every morning.  So much better than sitting on the couch.

Confession #4: I let Joey talk me into getting sandwiches at our favorite local shop before the Rockies game on Tuesday.  Pretty sure this is the start of a bad expensive habit.

Confession #5: I’m over any temperatures below 70 degrees and weather that’s anything less than sunny.

Confession #6: I’m having a La Croix thing.  A “drink one daily” thing.  Because one a day keeps the doctor away.  That’s a saying that refers to sparkling water, right?

Confession #7: I’ve spent my entire life thinking all of Europe drove on the opposite side of the road, until, in the middle of a riveting Rick Steves’ TV special, I was told otherwise.  Turns out only the UK drives on the opposite side.  HOW HAVE I GONE MY WHOLE LIFE BEING MISINFORMED ABOUT THAT?

Confession #8: I have way too many pictures of food on my phone and not enough pictures of people.  Below is my lame attempt to remedy that.


A happy happy Friday to you all!