I Confess

Sometimes, my husband and I sleep on top of our covers at night because we're too lazy to make the bed in the morning.

Yesterday, I marched past our new neighbors wearing a hoodie, my striped pajama pants, polka dot socks, and husband's Crocs. My hair had also not been combed from after my nap. I figure, if you're going to make a first impression you might as well go all out.

I'm completely afraid of public coat racks. I may love you, but the last thing I want is your coat touching mine.

I think breakfast is awful.

Lately, I can't make a decent cookie. Too hard, too soft. Goldilocks should try the pastries at my house.