confessions

I've been inspired by this post over at Love is Blonde. Read them at your own risk...

I am terrible about returning phone calls. Seriously terrible.

I will often delete a voice mail before I finish listening to it.

I get totally creeped out at the "technical difficulties" voice guy on TV. This morning, I was trying to watch Regis and Kelly, and there was no sound, and THAT VOICE came on and said, "The station is experiencing technical difficulties, please do not adjust your set," and my whole body broke out in goosebumps.

Yesterday, I did not vote.

I had a goldfish jump out of its bowl once, and I found it one morning, still and lifeless on the carpet. I saw it, turned around and took a shower, and made my roommate pick it up and put it in the water 20 minutes after I'd first discovered it. I pretended I hadn't seen it before.

It was still alive.

One of my best friends from college had adorable twin girls over a month ago (joining their equally adorable bigger sister, Sarah, aka The Boo), and I still haven't been to see her. Love you Rach! I'm coming by...



I want to win the lottery, just enough so that I can be a SAHM for my kids. (This, of course, would require me to actually purchase a ticket.)

I detest the color orange.

I haven't done any serious exercise since November.

At my last doctor's appt, in the column that asks how often I exercise, I marked "3-4 times per week".