Hopefully you haven't rolled your eyes at me too much from last week's confessions. Here we are for Round 2.
- I cleaned my bathroom last week for the first time in a month probably. It was every bit as disgusting as you're imagining right now. I'm talking single, college boy, "I clean my bathroom once a semester" dirty. The ironic thing here is that I used to pride myself on having a sparkly bathroom that was cleaned at least once a week. Oh motherhood, what have you done to me?
- All week I've been
obsessing overthinking about these confessions. Something will happen and I'll think, is that worthy of a confession? Yes it is "summer" for me and I do have more time on my hands thank you.
- Since I was blessed with bad teeth and they seem to be worsening, I left my dentist appointment last week with a $120 electric toothbrush in hand. The hygienist and receptionist kept raving about how much I was going to love it. Meanwhile I was thinking "Yea, yea, yea-you're just saying that because I just spent $120 on a TOOTHBRUSH." I stand corrected. That thing is awesome- I'm officially obsessed. Seriously, it feels like you just left the dentist every time you brush your teeth (I'm also noticing that I am easily "obsessed" with things; maybe I have more of an addictive personality than I realize.)
- I get angry, like legitimately angry, when a show doesn't end the way I want/expect it to. When Psych ended about a month ago I was literally screaming at the TV in horror. I then proceeded to spend the next hour searching the internet for any spoilers and proclaiming "I wash my hands of this" if Henry is really dead. Now I just obsess (again a theme) over all Gus' (Dulé Hill) tweets, searching for some kind of answer.