October 8, 2009 by Marj Hatzell
I have a confession to make.
Actually, I have several confessions to make. And I’m gonna make them in a second, ok? Stop being so impatient. But first, I have to say this: I want you to share, too. It’s only fair. If I spill my guts? You have to spill yours. You may not want to know ANY OF THIS about me, but what the heck? I haven’t got a thing to lose. Except my sanity. And SURPRISE! It’s gone already!
So, without further ado, my confessions:
I really am that addicted to potatoes. I always say it as a joke, but it is no joke. If potatoes were a drug I’d be an addict.
I shave some things most people don’t and then I’m lax about the stuff I should shave on a regular basis. The good news is that it is getting colder and most people won’t notice. Except my husband.
I detest having my hair cut. It is nearly painful for me. I avoid it like the plague
I like dogs more than people, it turns out. No offense. I just get dogs and I think they get me. I’m never misunderstood.
The sound of grass or trees being cut is worse than nails on a blackboard to me.
I like to play in dirt and love to plant things.
I like staying home while my kids are at school because I need that much time to clear my head, de-stress and recuperate from spending a whopping five hours a day with them. And Mondays I am basically in a coma. If I ever have to go back to work (you know, besides babysitting and stuff) I will cry.
I’m allergic to nuts, peanuts, shellfish and asparagus. I’m allergic to asparagus. I eat it once a year.
I am allergic to dogs. Shut up.
I’ve never been outside the US except for Canada, and that doesn’t count because it’s attached and they speak English. They do, however, have prettier money.
I bought dried bull p*nis for my dog. She loves it. Get your mind out of the gutter.
I’m afraid to talk on the phone. I really cannot stand it. I tend to talk to fast and hang up as soon as possible. I also practice what I’m going to say before I get on the phone.
I cannot balance the checkbook. I tutor math (and I’m good at math) but for some reason financial responsibility is TOTALLY DIFFERENT. Just does not resonate with me.
Ok, now it is your turn. C’mon, come out of lurker status and tell me at least one thing. One creepy, disturbing or weird thing. It’ll make you feel good…good…good.