Confession: I enjoy the taste of burnt carbs. For this reason pizza is much better, in my opinion, the second time around, so I can heat it up and let it get a little crispy.
Confession: I’m technically from the south, but I fit in much better with the northern culture. But really, I think I belong in California or Australia, for a number of reasons.
Confession: I’m a safe driver, generally, but my biggest weakness is changing lanes before checking my blind spot. At least I use my blinker!!
Confession: If I see someone I know in public, I almost always wait for them to come up to me to say hello. The less social interaction in a day the better, methinks.
Confession: I could nap for two hours a day, every day. No problem.
Confession: Me and my friends used to think the name “Bob” was the funniest name in the world. So much so that we named all the fish in our creek Bob when I was in elementary school. Funny that now that’s my father-in-law’s name…
Confession: I have an iPhone because I think Android phones are better, but I can’t figure out how to use them. I am a dunce in the technology world.
Confession: I don’t like red wine. I am trying to become okay with it though. Every now and then I’ll drink a tiny glass with dinner, because Whit loves it.
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2 thoughts on “Confessions”
I’m from the north and went to undergrad in Vermont. While California and Australia seem like a siren’s call, I agree that the north is also right for me.
Red wine is an acquired taste. It took me a while, too. Might I suggest a nice Malbec as a gateway for you. 🙂
I will have to try that, thanks for the rec!