I don’t like cotton candy, pasta, or hot dogs.
I know virtually nothing important about cars. I wouldn’t be able to change my oil or change a flat tire, and I don’t even know how to properly open and shut the hoods on some cars.
I peed my pants (technically my dress) in the 3rd grade because my teacher didn’t see me waving my hand like a monkey for five minutes during IOWA testing.
I think working out is super fun, and I often crave it. I used to think it was of the devil.
I’ve been known to have ice cream 3 or 4 times a week…not recently, but it has happened numerous times in my life.
I only knew how to cook maybe 4 or 5 meals when I got married.
I could eat cookie cake every single day of my life. Alfredo pizza too.
I like most dogs more than most people.
I don’t think Channing Tatum is that cute. (I probably just lost a lot of followers.)
I used to have a reoccurring nightmare that a giant purple octopus was chasing me through my garage.
Sometimes I pretend I’m on the phone when I feel awkward in public…which is ironic since I loathe phone calls.
I think way too much about getting a puppy.
I once threw up on my front lawn about five seconds after a boy kissed me.
I haven’t graduated from college, and I’m not sure if I’ll ever go back.
I can think of nothing that terrifies me more than having children.
I’m also terrified of phone calls.
Sometimes I turn on the Pandora motown station and dance like crazy.
I’m in love with a man who has a bowl of cereal almost every single morning and night.
And a big confession…I had nothing overly exciting to blog about, so I started confessing things.
On another note, I’m going to Ted’s for lunch with Hubs, and that IS exciting. Happy Friday my dears! :)