First off, I must confess that it wasn’t until I climbed into bed last night and thought about what I had to do today that I realised I hadn’t written my post for I must confess. Hence the thrown together random confessions.
I must confess that Mrs Woogs post yesterday about her washing machine made me realise how glad I am that I have one that works properly, instead of the crappy non spinning one that I used to have.
I must confess that I have no idea how to use Google+. I have tried to give it a go, but I end up throwing my hands up in the air and just giving up.
I must confess that I really don’t see the fascination with Benedict Cumberbatch. In fact I had to google him to make sure I had the right person.
I must confess that I was excited about getting my Tupperware and seeing my pantry nice and organised makes me ridiculously happy.
I must confess that every night i go to bed telling myself that tomorrow will be better, but every morning I wake up and it’s the same damn thing. It feels like groundhog day.
I must confess that we still have most of our Easter eggs. I don’t even know who I am anymore.
I must confess that I only tried oysters for the first time last November. Before that I just couldn’t bring myself to put something that looked like a booger into my mouth. I may have been drunk at the time and that was the only reason I tried them. They were delicious and Paul and I order them every time we go out for dinner now.
I must confess that last weeks confession came back to bite me in the arse. I went shopping that day with Mr 4 and he was a horror. If you were in a 500km radius of Rockhampton and heard a child screaming like they were being murdered…that was just Mr 4 after I told him he wasn’t getting a toy. Fun times.
I must confess that I spent the weekend in my pjs and the only time I got changed out of them was to get dinner on Friday night. It was bliss.
I must confess that I really don’t like Kylie Minogue. I know, how un-Australian of me. I just don’t like her voice…I think that Dani sounds better.
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Benedict who? I’m clearly even more clueless than you are!
I also heart Tupperware, but there is not a single Easter egg left in my house…
Snap to Easter eggs, Kylie, Google + and I have no idea who or what a Benedict Cumberbatch is! Sorry to hear D is still up a lot, UGH, sucks to badly!
Parenting rule number one: never say your child is a great whatever, cause you’ll guarantee the very next time it will tern to pieces. I don’t think much of Kylie either. And, who is Benedict?
I have absolutely no idea who Benedict is, I can’t even be arsed typing his last name which means now I won’t even Google it lol. I’m not a fan of Kylie either and other than some cherry ripe bites that I devoured over easter, the only time we’ve eaten easter eggs (other than on the Sunday when they boys made a mess of themselves) has been when we have made biscuits and made funny faces on them with broken up choccy eggs (Don’t go thinking I made a biscuit mix though, I just pulled out 2 frozen logs of the 100+ biscuits for $5 batch I made a few months ago).
We had a similar shopping experience with C the other day when Mic had them in the toy aisle. He failed to remind them before reaching the toy aisle that they weren’t getting anything but they were allowed to look. I hate it when you have one of those days that they just forget they way things happen.
Oh, and I know what you mean about the Tupperware and pantry. I find that when my house is uncluttered and generally clean that I seem to be in a good state of mind, when I let things go, like the container cupboard, hotspot areas building up it is when I am in not such a good state of mind. I find that my mood changes for the better after I have cleaned those areas and I find myself feeling good when I walk past them or open the cupboard. I guess for me it goes both ways. When I walk past an area that needs attention, it is a physical reminder for me that things are slipping (for me mentally) and that I need to take tiny steps to get back on track. When the areas have been cleaned, it relates to me in a way of uncluttering my mind too and I actually feel more relaxed each time I walk past those areas I have sorted out. I get much less angry inside too. But regardless of all that, Tupperware in the pantry is kind of a level of its own 🙂
I like Benedict in Sherlock – his voice is gorgeous. I have never tried oysters either, for the same reason – not sure i could ever get drunk enough to give them a go though!
I must confess I only own one piece of Tupperware. I might need to do something about that but IKEA is five minutes away and rather affordable.
Work on “borrowing” it from family members and friends…