I confess... I know our neighbors by the names of their dogs. That sounds bad. Let's back up. We met all of our new neighbors on the same night, and I tried to remember as many names as I could, but for some reason the dogs' names are what stuck in my brain.
I confess... Parker told me to lay low on the baked treats so he wasn't so tempted to eat them all the time, so I didn't make any dessert for us to eat over the last few days. A couple of nights ago, Parker complained that there has been "a serious lack of desserts this week". Men. You can't win.
I confess... I never wish people Happy Birthday on Facebook anymore. I just don't ever think about it. So, to friends and family on Facebook, Happy Birthday from me to you.
I confess... I started watching the early seasons of Grey's Anatomy again on my lunch breaks. George and Izzy and Meredith and Christina = happiness.
I confess... Everyone else is ready for Fall, and I'm over here praying that it stays Summer forever. Vitamin D is good for the soul!
I confess... I was wearing jean shorts and a plain v-neck Wednesday when Parker got home, and his response when he saw me was "Awww, you look so cute!". It's sad that because I am usually in work-out clothes, old shorts and a v-neck constitutes cute. I'm not sure if it is a marriage win or fail that I have set the bar so low.
If you need me, I'll be doing a whole lot of this over the next 2 days:
Happy Friday yall!