Confessions

I just licked the bowl of batter of the cake I'm making for a wedding in 2 weeks (I'm freezing and flying it to Cali). Holy crap, that is going to be some amazing cake.

I stayed up 2 hours later than I had to the other night interneting around because David made me angry by telling me to come to bed so I didn't come to bed. Yes, I am 5.

I really hate flakey people. A lot. More than almost anything. Seriously.

In two weeks, in the span of 18 days, I will have done 8 cakes, an order of cupcakes and an order of sugar cookie-pops. Oh, and one of those 8 cakes will be 4 cakes for a wedding in Cali. Yeah, I'm insane.

I forgot my Dad sharpened my chef's knife and sliced open my finger while cutting up a watermelon tonight.

I just ate an entire tupperware of watermelon.

I get out of breath at climbing one flight of stairs.

My husband has gone on more man dates than wife-dates in the past month.

The end.

Confession(s)

Our scale broke (I actually think it just needs a new battery) and its probably a good thing b/c ya'll. . . . my fat pants won't button.

I bought a dress yesterday that I could most likely wear at 9 months pregnant. Even tho we aren't having kids for the next few years, I have decided to just start buying things that will fit me when I'm pregnant, so I don't have to buy anything then.

I stayed home from church because my back hurts SUPER bad. . .  but sometimes I wonder if people just think I'm a sinner!

Yesterday, I went to work. The water was off because they were doing some plumbing stuff. I was the only person in the building and I had to go potty in a BAD way. I'm not proud of the things I did. . . .

I went to Houston on Friday and I'm pretty sure that people were straight up suprised that I look the way I do. Apparently, I'm too much of a hardass to be 24 with blonde curly hair.

I am a bridesmaid AND making the cake for my friend Blyn's wedding in April and we have been given money to buy cute clothes. Guys. I am going to be the most homely person in every photograph.

I want more shoes. And starting on my 25th birthday, I am going to start buying them. (I figure if I give David 11 months to prep for it, he'll be okay with it when the time comes).

The End.