Friday Confessions.

How is it Friday already? Early, but Friday. Here I was, minding my own business, and the week went and ended on me. Whoo, weekend!

I haven’t a lot to confess this week. That’s okay.

1) I left book reports for two whole days before marking them. Now, that doesn’t seem bad, but we have some kids who come every day and they expect their book reports PDQ.

2) I had to scare the cat away from the door with a pair of barbecue tongs. He wouldn’t let me out and I was late for work. On the other hand, he has just come and rubbed his face on my leg, so I assume he’s over the trauma.

3) I am supposed to be saving money, but I bought two Little House books, because I wanted to read them. So, if you want On the Banks of Plum Creek or By the Shores of Silver Lake after tomorrow, as a RABK (Random Act of Blogger Kindness) just give me a shout.

4) I cried a lot last night. It was the last dance at Sanctuary, our belly dance place. More to follow on that.

So. What are you willing to confess?

7 Comments to “Friday Confessions.”

  1. By Stephanie, August 24, 2007 @ 6:58 am

    No gym. All week. Ugh.

    I got really mad at the Staples copy center woman when I found out the company didn’t have an account and I had to pay for everything out of my own pocket. It wasn’t her fault. There was no need for me to be that bitchy.

  2. By Arwen, August 24, 2007 @ 9:09 am

    I confess that I have the whole set of Little House and you should not purchase any more because I want to borrow your Pratchetts.

    I confess that this morning when I realized the polling call was a sales call, the lady was being so sweet (and desperate?) that I would have given her my address for “free literature”. Except she started insisting I give her John’s name, too. Several times. With me backing up: “Oh, he wouldn’t like that”. Which lead me to sound like I was a-scared of my husband.

    I have gone back to weird eating in hope of weight loss. The sort of weird eating that I keep believing is sustainable. So that’s confession 1.

    Related confession 2, (and I’m hoping it’s pre-menstrually), I barreled right off the diet and into a mound of yogurt covered raisins in the afternoon and M&Ms in the evening.

    Simple carbs, man. They’re the devil.

  3. By rachel, August 24, 2007 @ 1:16 pm

    Arwen—around our house, “Oh, he wouldn’t like that!” means “I’m the GOOD COP. Do not ask about the BAD COP!” It doesn’t mean you’re scared of him, only that the sales caller ought to be.

    I confess that I was up all night giving speeches on my imaginary, psycho BOOK TOUR. You know, the one I’m going to go on when Flash sells my novel. I’m not just counting chickens before they hatch, I’m opening up egg cartons in the refrigerated case at the store and counting THOSE unfertilized, non-existent chickens.

    I confess to getting into total, all stops out, crazy rave bellydance trance last night, and being really really sore this morning. And to being unable to smell skunk.

  4. By Liz, August 24, 2007 @ 3:41 pm

    Stephanie, I have also had the misplaced rage at salespeople. Just be sure to be remember to be nice now. Karma will even it out. And be especially nice at Christmas when everyone else in the world seems to have ther seething black heart of a tank full of consumer-frenzy piranhas.

    Arwen, I know you must have been perfectly friendly to the woman, but her dogged insistence on finding out your husband’s name is a little creepy, like maybe her company had something ulterior going on.

    Rachel, it was a wicked trance. And I stayed up so late last night because I was just sheer high from class! Now I am tired and cranky.

  5. By elswhere, August 25, 2007 @ 3:40 am

    I confess that I am sneaking onto my neighbor’s Internet server. Also that I have moving-induced insomnia and am up at 3 AM.

    I confess that I forgot to get the paperwork done in time for exporting my car, so it will have to be imported before it is properly exported. Apparently the Canadians are okay with this but dealing with it took precious packing hours today.

    Also I confess that I would cheerfully strangle U-Haul if I could.

  6. By Liz, August 25, 2007 @ 10:10 am

    Insomnia seems to be the order of the day this week. Or would that be the order of the week?

    Our upstairs neighbours are moving today. I think they would also like to strangle U-Haul. This will pass. I believe this only because no one I know has actually strangled U=Haul or its employees before. Maybe they were just too tired after moving, though.

  7. By elswhere, August 25, 2007 @ 10:55 am

    Liz—I think U-haul counts on that very factor. “Sue us? Yeah, sure, go ahead—as soon as you get done UNPACKING. Mwah-ha-haha!”

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