It's time for another round of Friday confessions. Another Monday through Thursday has come and gone, and sweet, sweet Friday is upon us. So here's what's on my mind this week:
I confess... The Bachelor is over, and now I don't know what to do with my Monday nights. Oh wait, yes I do. Dancing With The Stars. I might as well route for Nastia and Derek because I really cannot fathom a scenario where they do not win.
I confess... I made a coconut banana bread loaf last week and caught my husband picking the entire loaf up in his hands, taking a bit out of it, and placing it back on the platter. I even placed a knife next to it so he could conveniently slice a piece, but that was just too much work. Men.
I confess... Every time I say "Norfolk" it sounds like I am cussing, but that's how all of the locals say it and by golly, I'm just trying to fit in. They pronounce it Norfuk, much to my parents' horror.
I confess... We haven't had snow in over a week. It's a Virginia miracle! Let's keep this trend going, please.
I confess... It's Friday the 13th. This has no significant meaning to me whatsoever, but some people go nuts over this combination for some odd reason.
I confess... It's starting to sink in that Darla is leaving us soon, and we are really bummed out about it. I know her mom is so ready to see her and this deployment has gone on long enough, but Darla feels like a part of the family and I hate imagining not having her here.
Never have I met a dog who sits more like a human.
I hope you all have a great weekend! It's Friday, and that's something to smile about in my book.