Confession #2- My phone is more aware of my non-hipness than I am. My sister and I were texting back and forth (because she was holding a sleeping baby and we tend to be loud) and I answered her back with a straight-up gangsta "Fo shizzle" because, y'all, I spent some high school time listening to Snoop Dog and Dr. Dre, and I know a mad beat when I hear one. My phone, however, auto corrected my shizzle with Shipley's. The donut place. A much more accurate representation of my life than Snoop-speak.
Confession #3- My sister thought that confession #2 was so funny, she ended up waking the sleeping baby up anyway laughing at the text.
Confession #4- I am a big believer in not letting school get in the way of your education . . . or as Josh would say, letting my kids skip for various reasons I deem worthy . . . until the last 2 weeks of school when the impending summer vacation is looming and I panic and insist that they "make as many memories as possible with their class and teacher!"
Confession #5- I have hit an exercise slump. This always happens to me. I peak in January and February and then slack off in late spring and early summer . . . you know, the months when you are wearing bathing suits and need to look better than the months when you wear layers and can hide your cellulite.
Confession #6- I am not admitting that I have cellulite, just saying that if one did, one might not want to show one's cellulite.
Confession #7- I bought an ice tea maker at the store today because my math skills deduced that it would be CHEAPER TO BUY A SMALL APPLIANCE than continue my Sonic habit.
Confession #8- I will still need to hit Sonic occasionally because it wasn't until I got home and opened the box that I remembered I love their ice almost as much as their tea and Sonic ice did not come with the ice tea maker.
Confession #9- I am afeared for the possibility of Sascha RUINING the dance recital on Sunday. Flat out quaking in my boots.
Confession #10- If I don't stop coming up with things to tell you about myself, I am going to end up at the dress rehearsal for dance smelling worse than the 5th grade boys did today at field day. (And that is not an award I want to win.)
Confession #11- My final confession is this . . . I think it is clear from this video who Caroline gets her dancing skills from. You are welcome, Josh Bass, you are welcome.