Confession #2 When I'm too lazy to vacuum out my vehicle I just brush the carpet with a bristle brush. This is actually a good idea, dammit!
Confession #3 I'm a hypochondriac of sorts. So far I think I "have" at least 22 different definable conditions. They probably all go back to my over ingestion of Phenylalanine, the amino acid chemically isolated and added to the wonderful, joyous, ever refreshing beverage I imbibe on the daily called Diet Coke. But I continue to tell myself it's other things 'cause I'm not determined enough to kick the darn drink habit.
Confession #4 I'm convinced that everything is better in pairs, or by 2's. Refer to confession #3. My favorite number used to be 2, but when you put another 2 next to it, 22, doesn't that give you better luck? I tell myself it does. 2 people make for great conversation, 2 people to play a tennis match, 2 people to play cards, 2 x 2 on the ark, hey.... wait... why didn't fish and water animals survive the flood? Did they get on the ark?.......?..............? OCD and ADD <--- Hey, that's a pair!
Confession #5 I cannot sew. Not nary a button so I rely on Liquid Stitch, safety pins, earrings, or rubber bands. Or whatever else can hold my clothes together in a pinch.
Confession #6 I HATE the sound of a woman's heel when the heel tap has come off her high heeled shoe. I call it the "Ghetto Click".. you know how it sounds metal-y from the nail that is in the heel click-clacking down the tiled hallway. I know you know what I am talking about. Stop doing it! I have at least 6 pairs awaiting a cobbler/shoe repair person to get fixed for that reason alone.
Confession #7 I will never stop believing in the good of human nature, no matter how vile the world gets. It's so much easier to see life through your soul instead of your eyes.
Truth be told: Self deprecation is a "good for your soul "practice. It equates with humility.
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